Colors round the clock
and I await the pale hour,
I listen beat my heart breathe my breath,
call dullness meditation,
by contrast grey becomes another shadow.
pink anodic glows
I flew to other times in zones,
tinted suns, ascendant vectors,
daylight saving lost,
neon tubes with unequilibrated
their flickering hypnotics in gaudy
How dark I would go, fall
through unenumerated floors
to the basement
lit electric grey and yellow.
In unthinking, all’s decided, done by others
on the bed; await instructions, a study in fallibility.
the red brigadier
Cautious sparks, flaming spirals from where
the red brigadier returns,
fire borne and wind carried.
There are other worlds more personal,
unshared. It’s not for me to know her travels, her meetings
and her partings; the wiki doesn’t help.
The knot in my throat is made of secrets
I tied myself, still what I meant to say is this—
I wait for planetary cooling
in colder circumstance,
for the thaw of universal spring.
If anyone talks about beating their heart, they are probably an android; flickering and striations in neon and fluorescent tubes are non-equilibrium plasma phenomena.