JACK PARSONS -------MY HEROS SHADOW

beneath his feet
dressed in red lay the candle
burning
fed

magic
eaten into the floor
pointed star
Crowley and lore

Jack
whos heated heat
flew the many charts
torn without a lovers grip
seeking solace in a mothership

deleted
thrown into the patterns spread
always returning
from party death

Each clear scented
dressed night
I visualise  my will
small until giants speak
weak then blown in the strongest vow

MY HEROS SHADOW
passing by
sobbing time
collected thighs
heaped in a glass
whiskey wide

My hero shadow
paints the future
in the falling past