Summer
Slim bridges skim across mud
Meandering across satellite shimmers
Tall hopes
Sky up to blue
Voice scream and conflict cage
‘til I come back
See myself lost
Where sun shines
Enlightening
Summer in the heart
Picasso Faces
Sense crashes image around body
Mmm… taste
The white walls make a fruity Matisse
Buzz numb in brain - paint falls away
To this soft tongue day
The open organs of Degas’ whores
Bleed out over skin
Mixing some tension in cores
Of Contrast
Molding Picasso’s
Ever-twisting face
Chandelier in hotel window
Cased light in the dream
Suspended in glittered static
There surrounds a darkness invisible refracted to gleam
Hope of moths collecting around
Weighty opulence ripe to fall
Below sits some neon
Of ideals hologrammed out
To flowing diversity of ants
That grow beyond
To some individual flash
Back to promises more
What are we society?
Collective individuals
Drowning over this utopia
Lens of eyes around the dazzle
Beyond the chandelier
Be-dazzle by beguilement
A merlin wand of security bound money
Icon Icon Icon of belonging
To those grand keep-safes that circle
Above my head and steal a beauty
Where are you?
Beyond between below the flowing
Movement of skies and the hidden dark of muddy
Voices lost under in the starry dungeon of dispossession
Come back, go away, return, flee
Until stars fade and the mud sits dark and alone
Pressing under weight
Becoming Stone
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