Something New....Someday

He slept under the night sky. The stars were out, light cloud coverage, and the moon was half full. The lost goddess in permanent sleep, always in in flux, profile position into a dark veil. She was a bride walking through the seasons, skipping into the summer and laughing with the howl of a coyote, and kneeling as she mourned into winter's howling winds. Winter, or Vinter as in his ancestors native tongue, was approaching soon. He was curled up in his sleeping bag next to the crackling fire, one red eye blinking in the night time, projecting shadows up to the rocks and trees. Smoke filled his lungs as he breathed the cold night air. it was crisp, with the after taste of the kippered snacks that haunted his stomach from an hour before. Dirt and sand mingled in-between his long hair from sleeping for days in the desert where he lay. From time to time he would find a twig that had just enough branches to comb the wildness out of it. other days he would just push it up into an dusty ...

My teeth are ivory bars with my heart locked inside. There are concrete columns rising from my throat, Hieroglyphic writings rise choking the room inside my mouth. Filling it with the sensation of vomiting to no avail. My teeth are the keys that spill an organ's sound. I am run with pipes, enough to fill this chapel. Adorned in robes of cheesecloth, and filtered through stain glass. The Christ in me, is expressed, expelled. My teeth are those pearly gates, from which I take in the blood and body. My prayers lift like the clouds of heaven. Weighted only by the thin chain that wraps around My teeth, the anchors. I climb the rope to the rapture, the earth is swallowed beneath me, gobbled up and scorched by the phoenix's teeth. My teeth My teeth are a songbird's cage that has become sound proofed within ivory bars. Here lies within my heart, locked inside My teeth. My teeth are yellow citrine, swallowing amber resin Mother Mary smiling My swee...