Echo of a dream
Trace of stars
Winged and shot up
Glorious 12th
I’m in the gutter of love
Who the heck on earth art thou
Looking down on me
Smiling
Incongruously
Is your face a fantasy
Did I die of something
Plastic maggot hit by a bus
Something septic in my pus
Did I die of happiness
Drop the razor in a bath
Warm and blissful like your gaze
Wistful miracle
Suspended whisper emanates
Frozen meat
Crystallizing
Holy aura
Marks the tide
Like the mists
Of primal dawn
I was drunk in the gutter
Prehistoric gutter of love
Crashed out like a fairy
Colliding with a glider
Blithering through the hail
What a bloody mess
They made of her wings
And tail
Spiral soul
Evicted from heaven
Just like Cathy
Wuthering heights
Cathy Vento Eccleshill upper
That’s who it was
Echo’s of Icarus in a dream
Landed back on Haworth moor
Where the linnet vaunts the stream
Did I die of happiness
Drop the razor in a bath
Caliban Heathcliffe
Chase the dragon
Suspended whispers gaily ripple
Memories dreams and recollection
Fill the gutter like a storm
Wash away my scarlet sins
Till they’re clean as a newborn.
10/9/19
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