To see an approaching storm, especially in an alone morning, is to inspire my soul to pass beyond my body and grab hold of a thunderbolt and ride it to someplace magical. Someplace other than me and the chains the blue of a false sky have applied.
gravy black
in cauldron bubble
rising
inside out
in summer spill
slow motion rollers
Brutus
in leathered walk
and steel bands
of outward press
thundering
heaven’s prairie
it drives
the chariots of terror
with whips
of bone and feathered iron
across dreams
smothered in platinum
but rough cut
dreams
in leathered passion
thrive
and prosper
in the vibrato of fury
iron sharpens iron
and trembling
comforts fear
as one moons
to another’s terror
in twisted ambiguity
the daylight
peeking from corners
frames the somber
portent
of wild unrestrained
while assuring relief
through chastisement
This,
the place,
the cradle,
the hope,
the bed,
the tomb,
where thoughts
are bred
to be borne.
gravy black
in cauldron bubble
rising
inside out
in summer spill
slow motion rollers
Brutus
in leathered walk
and steel bands
of outward press
thundering
heaven’s prairie
it drives
the chariots of terror
with whips
of bone and feathered iron
across dreams
smothered in platinum
but rough cut
dreams
in leathered passion
thrive
and prosper
in the vibrato of fury
iron sharpens iron
and trembling
comforts fear
as one moons
to another’s terror
in twisted ambiguity
the daylight
peeking from corners
frames the somber
portent
of wild unrestrained
while assuring relief
through chastisement
This,
the place,
the cradle,
the hope,
the bed,
the tomb,
where thoughts
are bred
to be borne.
dreams to be inspired.
hope to be polished.
fear to be ridden.
~rick
~rick
