Rope-a-Dopamine

 
 
 
 
 
 Days of daze, din of dance,  
 worn-out welcomes track in flesh  
 hunting-horrors on dog-eared wings  
 to (nightly) tingle my dribbling brain…  
 
 I am buried ‘neath the skin  
 on the outside-in  
 as I brother the trails to an alien sky  
 
 a xenolithic burst  
 from my heart opaque…  

 
 
 glaze of grin, gash of blaze,  
 welling welcomes wear-out flesh  
 shrieks on magic chimera wings  
 that (nightly) tingling brim of space  
   
 I have married to the breeze  
 with a topside ease  
 so I'll husband the path through a heavenly wrath  
 
 a restorative hope  
 from the grope of time…  

 
 
 clash of weeks, months of nerve,  
 worn-out phrases wearing mind  
 sorceries sing 'pon angel wings  
 to (nightly) tingle my spine sublime  
 
 I am carried on the wind  
 from the inside-out  
 as I father the flames throughout the ice & pain  
 
 a din of demons dance  
 on my days of daze…  
   
 yet ancient stones  
 still call my brains  
   

 home  
 
 

 {...that (nightly) tingling edge of grace}