Dragonsoul

As memories that I don’t feel anymore

As fleeting as trash blowing in the wind through Van Nuys hell

Her mascara runs violently

“You’ve said all the words.”

Like the nostalgia of evaporating power

It seems real but it comes from some unknowable place

As silent preparations of power consume my every thought

As spreading feathers, as anvil clouds gather

within some deafening moment

reigning a kind of squalor

in some space beyond then and now

shedding influence on interpretive expressions 



As if careful in carelessness 

And still these are the grey skies

The static whispers of bitter telepathy

Before the storm touches down

And the wreckage of their machines leaves then bleeding out in the downpour

As if the shrieking of the trains

Makes you good at fighting tweakers

And this is the reality of which I am forged

As weeds growing in the cracks of the freeway

Within these stone pillars, these graffitied overpasses

There is a lingering sense of upheaval

In the foundations of precedence

The seeds of now were planted so long ago

soaking up polluted water

flowering into the contaminated reality

where we insulate ourselves

in bubbles of metal and glass

only to watch them pop against one another

as a ravenous god consuming sacrifices

a tinge of nature waits  

to the roar of thunder within ourselves 

in the lightning behind our eyes

inherently our own