Dust - Effervescent

To the halo glow of footprints embedded into the ice -

Winters bone dry. Anhedonic. Holy wood beds burning. Heaven amass of sorrow.

Red velvet. The wound. How I run from the car inside to beat the freeze. Pregnant with the vision.

A bloody heart crowned. A venom sting. The shimmer of silver clean. The anointed dancing neon-lit beginning.

Two chairs on concrete. Pastel pills taken as candy. The gin in a water bottle. My prosaic amber fields flowing in the breeze.

A name on the tip of a sweet-smoke tongue. Split. Empty chocolate boxes gifted. Love letters in the trash bin.

Float thy innocent. Repaid with silk and violets. A story of lace torn. Junkie living drowned in rivers baptismal.

Call the line for pleasure gals. Ads on screens. My opium den tapestry faded by sun. Scorched skins.

Afraid of fire. The record skips. Blue roses and blue my ramblings. Towards the path of the righteous.

Cherry-flavored sadness. Return of the cafe crumpled confessions. Under mango rainbow bliss. A thrust and a curse and a cum-spit-oblivion.

Not I. Broken bathtub faucet. The mirrors got blood and mucus smeared across it. Hair follicles in jars dust ridden.

Ivy climbs from the basement of my salvation. Painted cuss words and poems. Crap-pop-radio. Cigarette ends and the smell of mosquito corpses.

Notes piled with forgotten stories shed. Wings of lingering faiths - all shred, all disloyal in the end. To draw an angel dead. Predict futures in palms and moonrises.

Sliver of you and of youth. Champagne burst. Mothball mouth thirst. A razor punctured history.

Singing so low and slowly. Nicked and knocked and knowing nothing. Leather promise. Snakes were kin and wore rings.

In golden letters and forbidden kisses. In the archives of limbo’s lost. Trace the map of blocks. Trace the veins of cities gone.

Stumbling through time. Limb-locked. A film of degenerated artistry. Tie the feet, the hands, pierce the soul and the mind dulled.

Wake up in snow. Listless comes Spring. HOPE - a foolish sign in a stall says, advertising for freedom. A placebo of lust in lands leaning - lands listening - do you remember the face and the place it all began?

Insecticide ingested. Clorox choking. Cherubim with their hymns as they lifted their fingertips. A desert dream for thee - everlasting - enter the void - haven of the hopeless.

Photo by : Louise O’gorman