Meph.

 A funny thing;
Night opens the breach
The electric scent
Of a heavy city
Sweated and accumulated on the metallic dome
The meaningless means permit
Swollen vesicles release
A packet spent
On the hard, flat surface of freedom
Behind an unlocked door
 
As the synaptic gap lengthens
The fertilised garden of memory
Begins to bloom
Flowered souls
Exchange nectar
Warm petals embrace
In the soft sweated down of
Transitional youth
 
Outside, the quench of rain
Causes a cluster;
 
Rent by harsh white light
A light dusty snow
Rises upward
While the relentless swollen hammer
Knocks inside
And attempts to draw closer
 
 
4 to 5 December 2009