Bright flowers there were
I somehow couldn't catch their scent it seemed
-colours weren't quite right...?
A fumbled tickle of summer sandblasted by the jackbooted night
We basked in the whitewash somewhere near opaque silence
-just as ghosts in a storm of black noise...
-all stars screaming
...needle holes in heaven...
Snorted the sun, saved the moon for morning
Now awaiting further gathering of the clouds
Bathed in grey stroke black
-no way out it keeps coming back
We bathe in shreds of whispering glass
Moon fell/sun cried
With my teeth? And claws!
Down dragon/moon chased (chaste)
Teeth wide open
Claws at your pretty throat
Chemical curses on the rampage
Head full of daggers
For the backs of random strangers
I suggest you keep an eye or three
Upon your enemies... my dear!
Smiling winter zips the [ ] up
...Saunters aways with a whistle
Whilst the good weather bleeds rain, torn asunder
...Tears for the cold dried only by their owner
Nowhere left now, death of our only summer