Stormwater Clowns
Her heavenly face forever replaced of porcelain
Shine those diamond eyes lighthouse of mortuary
Little lights we bury inside the throat to hear her choke
Speaks when all be silent why we wash the mouth with soap
Beauty to reveal itself be held to lawful crime
Truth these tragedies to no eye see wonder dressed in disguise
Such a lovely life in scenes we rehearse our deliverance without pride
Distorted manifestations of your cerebellum reflection
Dare we become of dream so eloquently bled to perfection
Come with us the descending ones to underground canals to Corinthian
Keep our eyes in mind as one design inside your black obsidian
Lands kept safe in deepest states of minds gifted from Litch Kings
No later than one shall we knock then run back to the Witch of underlings
Circus crawler under rows of seats through a sea of moving feet
Eyes on ticket tabs when they rise to leave we grab to keep
Illusionary the wand weaving magician his prestige is the dark emerging
Card tricks pressed Mr Mint for magic be his conscious contortions
Disassociation proclaim no yesterday of living addiction to endorphins
Discard trusts we rush the stage last to play Mothers thrown away abortions
Forgotten ones lost and found the stolen Sons and Daughters
Lost in dark forests the town in madness frosting the emulsion strain
We cannot yet set foot under Sun in day so we play birds of the corpse with Hemmingway
Beauty in eyes removed to look at us the abused creatures we became
Performers of self harming freaks cutting runways to Solway
Our salvation in eyes find her my smile dear Mother of Angels
Will she be our saviour from naysayers who guide us away from heavens cradle
Make all that we see of love be lusting for lost desire
Spit at us in burning cages I hold my world to save us from this fire
Bleed from me thy melting Sun may you shine so time finds all heartless places
Entries of dark energies start breathing beneath our Salem
Prayers leave me sleeping so deep I float seas that drain in basins
Kitchen floor turns red the rivers out pour over tables this bleeding waterfall
Draining life in whirlpools my spinning thimble be standing applause
Butcher stands at forge staining whores on chopping board made of silver ore
Old fable these wives tales as she came to lay in her lifestyle crime
Art noir pieced decor hanging blinds drawing close the open mind
Her interiors be matters designed to cry now defined by this dying widow
No exit where entrance led us for only few know of the open window
Time signatures bending the equations to equalise these deja vu distortions
Backstage the music plays of cartographer metrics in heat waves of torsion
Repeating days of yesterday rehearsed in recourse
Carousel riders confide in discourse aborting what’s fair to push the Hare past the Tortoise
Folding time in equal portions manuscripts drawn from his Architect accordion
Children walk the planks of Nazareth the artistic trapezium
Throat in nooses so tight balancing memoirs of amnesium
Weeks to endless age we bleed to surrender upon page our letters
Sealed to stamp each in wax find the one named return to sender
Dark marks we stamp in candlelight stalking mirrors of life us torment inventions
See of thee in livery signs of our smile on wanted posters of infamy
Two faces of death or alive the Sundance child of history
Cold it be like winters misery in tall roof cathedrals of sanctuary
Always it be dark in the hall of frozen mirrors boundaries between our matrimony
Seldom do any linger inside the haunted house when mirrors start talking to ask
Fallen clowns thrown down flying eyes pulsing light through each pane of glass
Follow this moon our dying lunar balloon her crescent phantom mask
All we hear the screams as she cuts herself to free life in lieu
Blooming gloom be dead this rose perched upon the chest pocket of casket suits
Viewing tombs to persue studies of particle matters of the astute
Peer through the crystal blue reflecting glass walls of her wailing room
Screaming that never stops shows to slow the motion of her cartoons
No admissions to casting stardust when cutting red carpets her academy bleeding
Films show her leading role starring the dying of life my soul in pleading
Not for us the blunted tools carving hearts to thank our depression
Save us oh crying Knight massacres at midnight chimes of human regression
Blood so blue her royalist commendation of diamonds in scattered patterns
Rings fallen in Odin skies of ever night glow bright the binding ties of Saturn
Colliding light crashing tides inside our prism of Eulogy
Enchanted be his Rembrandt who paints colour to the spectrums of Literacy
Darkly matters of throwing illuminated incantations of lighted day
Lipstick stained each sip of guilt that spilt in lemonade
Her engagement ring trapped within lightning chardonnay
Hiding life in a dream conceived art proposed we believe time weaves it’s own seam
Well travelled she be in her caravan of planets riding wavelengths on light beams
