Pheonix

    bang my fists against the wall bloody hands moving through butter and brains blast that ragged hole and flay my chest, I hear it sound of angel canons boom the gong on my forlorn frenzy of flesh crack the leopards spots and cause the  spreading of colour on water thrust  that hip forward

You May Find

  Deep inside, if you choose to look, you may find; an early bird a whirling dervish a dark eyed lush a smoke signal a stalagmite a Phoenix a blue moon a maypole a boat a poppy seed a mountain path a bodhisattva an arterial spring a concept an apple a broiling sea an ache