Cantor of Chaos
Night cantors into the mind,
a sable tail paints blackness to the eye
sky nymphs straddle the moon... singing.
Spider sprints across the faceless dream
soul woven in silky-slick yesterday
bike bells, pigtails, over-sweetened lemonade.
Bitter scythe swings a rancid promenade.
Put a chew toy upon the train tracks
for certain the puppy found its way.
He's never coming back.
Youth violently tossed aside,
diamonds turned into clay.
Where's the sun when life marches cold
sun tender heart slung to icy bays.
The sun will softly turn the blinds,
Put rainbows into burned-out eyes.
All things will scar within a stitch of time.
{like bent berries on winter's tangled vine}.
Green shoots will bouton sky into songs.
Place gentle moss over jagged rocks.
Turn the day back into diamonds.
Age back into silver brooks.
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