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.
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