And all this life
turns up like lead
salt and sink
against my head
a trigger pounding
combust combust
like an angel caught in a rage
of emptiness and lust
firebird in contempt
of time –
flambeau fugitive
(in thrall to rhyme).
And all this life
turns up like lead
salt and sink
against my head
a trigger pounding
combust combust
like an angel caught in a rage
of emptiness and lust
firebird in contempt
of time –
flambeau fugitive
(in thrall to rhyme).