NOT A POEM BUT A TRUTH-ALIEN ABDUCTION DISCARDED

 Sunny afternoon-1978
driving down the country lane
4.30pm
Heavens glow is bleeding
lost in Gods rescue

left without a whisper
answer stolen ,buried in Bowie's echo
42 years later sitting in the wreck of a life
watching stars and cursing
alone eating the still forming frost
chained in that days mind
treading the vacant air

being left behind-an answer from beyond the stare

Parting number two---
cold the fur ive collected in jars of graveyard scenes
laid below a surface of water 
smoking in dreadlocks and aged disquiet
secrets kept  painted in violet
knives ive transcended into the shadow
laying on covers dreaming in lovers
praying to stones ,heavy in colour
am i in love with the day of my instruction

come back you never kissed my frame