A verse inscribed in fire and light.
Between
Blue words, whales of thunder, cracks of lightning, daily doses. Drama queens, pregnant moment, edge of glory, taskmaster
If there’s a place to lay a head, and foxes have holes I’d like to lay my tricks out on one magic scarf, like the unfolding hide of a great white anaconda. There is a trick to revealing secrets, you flick the wrist just so.
Greenhouse, solar beam, sun-snow, new years resolutions. King of rock, broken friendships, Never-Land, subversive lyrics
If there’s a triangle in Bermuda there’s a cube in your cranium, and I’d ask you to lay down your arms before you put an eye out with that thing. Unsheathe your swords, lay out your grenades and claymores. There is a way to disarm yourself fatally, it’s all in the choice of words.
And there’s a way to take a hand while slapping it aside. A way to kiss the lips while holding a dagger to the chest, to freeze fire and hold lightning between your palms. There is a way to rip stars out of the sky and gain their gratitude.
To make smoke signals-
And I’m following the carbon in your words to put out the fires. I’m reading between your lines.
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