Put On Your Falconer Gloves (Collab with neuroticthrillers)

Decimal points  
pare into me  
jet blackened clubs  
shades casting  
characters  
for your bawdy charades  
 
In the dark  
recesses of my dreams  
you was standing by the pallor  
in dismal light I was able to see  
you eating sorbet ice-cream  
 
The thunder clapping  
shadow puppet fiend  
like an eagle stalking  
the glazed cherry  
off the top of your butterscotch cream  
swooped and prayed  
upon the top story  
of your knickerbocker glory,  
gloopy strawberry syrup turned rude then gory  
 
Tune into  
my souls frequency  
twist my dials  
take control of me  
shift into gear  
grease up the hydraulics  
start my ignition slowly  
 
Till you tongue that reckless serenade  
till the Ultra violet droplets rain  
pulsing a beat  
towards your black lighted mind  
you chalked up your cues,  
you pulled up your wellington boots  
pull me back into this dream  
by hoist, by the cuff of your surreal...  
metaphorical execution,  
what trembling hands  
could never reveal,  
the postponed guillotine,  
was concluded  
by an eight ball shake of fate,  
the maiden daughters  
witness the head roll  
into the basket,  
to all your hopes and flippant glee  
 
Crouching in the cellar  
our mock morning dweller  
fabricating new forays  
Displaying a fanned  
teal tail  
faking peacock postures;  
A nighthawk  
craving entrails  
 
Sonograms sponsor  
answers like telegrams  
hoarse heralds in  
Morse tappings
trapping vapors  
in scraps of fly paper  
 
The next time  
I tasted your blood on my hands  
it tasted like neither women or man  
neither amphibian or beast,  
the lightening spat above the clouds  
in dismal light i was able to see  
you was neither human or extra-terrestrial  
neither friend nor foe  
the letter knife unseals the end  
and a shower of roses conclude the show  
 
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What fun and an honor it was to collab with you dude! I think we did it well :)