Travelogue

For the sands, yellow burnish, sped by, Met the burned orange toasting, A golden sea of vision dominance And filled the panoramic brain pan Until each plaque strained as if to split, Groaning with memorials of each grain, Until the blackness rolled in, Whispered sleep. Upon the oceanic aquamarine, blue surf Met the bruised umbra skyline, A sooty ribbon, knotted and unfurling That demonised the senses with possession Until each salt-caked breath scragged, Filled lungs and throat with nautical churnings Until the compasses spun, Ambit confusion. In the mountains, graveyard green, brooding rock Met the cotton-white cumulous, These arcane gods, predominant kings, Who raped the firmament’s splendid womb, Until the seminal rain teemed down, Burst on tongues of snaking road Until the eyes saw truth, Suffered home…