GLASSED BY THE MUSE ---- everytime

His arm
stained glass
yellow crescent moon
red and faded blue stars
private names echo across the bare nerve
splinters congregated to become scenic flooring
conquistadores and vacant lovers
toilet bowls in Georgian mansions
once would welcome his red wine attentions

Burnt from runes offered
Atmospheric distress poured
across river bed sheets
lashing snake-like  into performance
lustfully fed
with starving drive
Whisky 
Grass
leather suicide in fogbound gratitude
trod a weary  simulation
saved as drunken phone call angels
urinated onto forgotten paper bags

Awake
arise
the muse 
crazy as the mirror broken as the reflection
tiny dribbling shot glasses
arranged into spiralling Concorde 
Mercury, you winged addiction

Searching for survivors
lead in colour
light sweeps in pantomime excursion
into the creak of swooning bar
I find dissolved into a creased leather jacket
loves guillotined muse

his arm
stained in some created history
bleached inky graves
reach into his soul 
oblivious to giggling touches
descriptions voiced over money covered floor

his muse
knocks over her drink
quickly she explores his face
watching the red strains
mingle against the clear glass
of tear