Phoenix Meets Dragon

 

 

 

 

Sometimes I think I'm a pyromaniac...
 

I love to light fires
 

Fires that burn icy hot
Within the skin of sin
The helical holocaust

Wound taut

In the streams of smoky dreams

Encapsulated
Beneath a bone of contention
sans intention

Freezing sorrow
Sparking marrow

The ignition
Melting all the tundra
  In my lost tomorrow

The flaming tongue
Licks me cold
Like the heart of my sailor bold

Who sings forth his tales untold but the truths he withholds sets the seven seas aflame

The drizzle of sizzling satisfaction
Lapped up by my ice cream man
  Churns my tremoring loins into igneous liquefaction
  Yet within the frozen custard of his studied sympathy

In the match strike
Of his infernal apathy

 Hidden with his Gullivered traveling box
My pleasure inculcates
A cause lost

Until I combust

 

My immolation
A black star dawning

A white dwarf fawning 

Its transcendence
A stumbling in the dark

My bones roll like God's dice
Crumbling like the face of Ra caught
In the haboob of your desert storm
  Still my sun burns on and on

Til my incandescence blinds me
To everything but you
 

And the ring in that jar of the real
Sounds atonally as it sears
My unwilling ears

Appalachia yawned today
And the eastern seaboard shuddered
In the awakening
 

Its people had forgotten
the long buried faults
That line a jolting reality
 

Nothing lies dormant forever
Not even our exorcised demons

We grow in fits and starts
And our ascendancy
Is contingent upon the loft
In the wings
Of our want

It is our needs that define us

And our fear of them that defy us

Can we compete with the sigh of stars
As they kiss the night?
I hope so...
I hope so..