Austria

A lightning collision The train wreck born of mountain side A thick black Eden held as a chalice in the far Reservoirs of each moon high star-flung eye Braught to the corners as an incident Of which to rubberneck could capture a soul or More to the point an unopened envelope Spilling out as vivisected loveloss To drop a cold shoulder and sink a battled hip Lay back harsh as punishment and Dream of Austria, thinking only of holding breaths and randez-vous A Dresden path of idolic traverse platform Where flittered cold and godless Rather as Lillith would have persuaded The chill is consuming as a scavenger The stone cold floor as dead as bone and aching Slamming an axe upon a grind and Piece by piece as a jigsaw slipping Hand into hand as monevolence and urge Often thoughts carry to Austria And stumble back as glare and corruption By the rivers of a white beer flowing And a casual breeze of bare flesh Dreaming of Austria and arching the crook of a collar bone Framed completely and wishing to be black-hole consumed Held as a foetus and casually reborn like winter of each year.