Gold

Now I might be speaking gibberish
In clouds engulfed by neck bones
Spine tingling from basins bellows
Wipe this clean
This slate
This canvas
painted gold
As the chorus of the forest
Screams in ovation asking

Am I?

Are you?
I don't know
It's like graffiti on the walls
Punished beauty
You, that is

Forgive me, my slandered ways
My drunken days
I think better on you
My little secrets
My tattered sleeves
With holes enough for you to breathe

Your stare

The tapestries that hang the halls
That ghost behind my window pane
Golden rings adorn my touch

Meet me in the west of France
Off the coast of morning spray
My satellite
My dream weaver
My universal starless night
The blade above my guillotine
The reason for my morning flight

Remember me in Brisbane
In a hotel suite
By the chance I flew in on
Take me down the country roads
My tobacco stained steel toes
Stomp out fire ants that curl

In your evening gown
In this drowsy town
In your penthouse suites
Cocaine on the ground

I ask, am I?
Are you?
I don't know, my evening bird

Reviews

[KAOlmsted]

Wow, this is really good. I liked all of it, every word. Very strong imagery and an easy flow...extremely well done. Thank you so much for sharing this with us.