~night-Mares Ride~

There the moon suckled on a dram of mist, bringing illustrious pomp to cardboard mountains, who cut like a sickle, horizons sincerity, and I could taste trouble, spoon fed from darkness that sprinted towards completion. Something crawled from the canal, a gaseous presence like a primordial phantom; opalescence in peek-a-boo stars. Incantations stirred in the attic of my mind, spectres of remembrance copulating in karma sutra melee, and the night, so coffin quiet, swallowing moon dust in a cascade of neon pollen. What resilience could sate this voluptuous whore, who cooed like a dove while twisting the garrot ever tighter, nothing but the birth of dawn.