Saturday Night Dream

Standing under a bruised sky
something less than blue
The emptiness is
sunken silence
longing to escape
the damages of night
and the ruin of stars
Tear a piece of the dark
mold it my own

Saturated by brokencloud spill
barefoot walk on wet streets
the press and push of feel.
Escaping corners
to find the in between
Shadows fold upon shadows
searching for the light
Somehow liquid still finds the way
through tight spaces of my walls

Buried in the corpses of poems
bones pierce the flesh of my want
Fabric torn, jagged stitch
catches the edge of my soul.
Knife turn, quill cut
how deep the final push
how sharp the last pull


I set the fire
then smother the flame
remnants of dreams
burnt sacrifice
fingers to embers
marks made
footprints in the dust of after


The heart not set on permanent focus
will beat for furious change
The weight of wings, too broken to unfold
Crash of sound as I hit the ground