Rotting the day

Love travels a colour invisible 
hard that silver thread pulls on the mountain 
whispers raining scared and in threat
dangle loose the dance of noose
 painted silken wing 
nailed on the tarmac dawn
eased a morning capture
i carried this flesh in age and youthful thought
those chalk dreaming spiralling herds
breath blooms on this frozen 
page
scripted vision decals those cavernous eyes
ghostly pale the poet hides
within those long sighing days
pieces fall pushed from rooms. 
where gods blunder by