the hope between

The hope between,
You’d think there was water in there,
A linear mote,
But there’s no soap and no bond,
Just a slip and a fold,
That shouts clean clear clouds of blue murder,
Where ever there’s time for it to fit in for a tune up,

The cage within,
Whispers come play with the pillowcase,
Fleety jam fest over the next bet you can’t hold,
There’s no gold,
Just milestones and dripping cold,

The window of pearl robes,
Walks in heebee jeebees,
Shining and fresh clipped,
Feeding skinny fish down the river,
Flex to flesh to fin to skin,
She’s dying to win your fervour,

The dance without,
Dies alone wandering,
No time for plans of distinction and strategy,
Fishing in the canyon of night,
Flashings no place for a flat lander,
Gotta get that curling warning,
But the angles just a little too high,


Skipping and sauntering,
Pure black martyr,
With the apple of eternity,
Golden stuttering,
Vacant killer of placation,
Can’t get through the door,
Caught in the future,
In poverty and ill health,
Still driven to the same well,

Bought and sold in the desert,
No way through the gauntlet vision quest,
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Just a hammer and a burning touch,

Cathode teeth she flies hanging off the back street,
Closing fast I’m on the first heat,
Another chance on the desperate,
Just a queen tied up in sugar blindness,
Between resistant butterfly precipice,

Because it will turn dark all on its’ own,
And you’re the only one who will read it then,
Open all the windows and let the rumbling come through,
In pieces and past times and propositions,

Caught in the moon breeze,
Over the retributions flight,
Carrying me south, the moon bird,
Green wings and smooth,
I still believed in my innocence,
And I’d take it defenceless,
Splitting mad infected,

Because he hangs in there so patiently,
The wild card belonging,
Loose leafed resorted to exploration,
Picked up and dropped off,
Holes of artefacts contrived for conciliation,
Liberated consolation,
Diagrams of interrelatedness,
I breathe, she sleeps