Singularity Blues

 
 
 
 
 
An electric voice tickled my groove
 
it bit with a bolt through trembling rust
from a coat of flesh to bare the wires
in the wake of an age for minding the stage
with invisible eyes on unseen highs
 
winging a glance for lines in {sigh}
by glassing a face to hunt the brim
adorned in the scorn of an hourglass gaze:
 
waxing an ax through the waning path
of a cog to dog ‘til blind with pain-
 
where feisty pink ribbons howl at the moon  
through placid blue release
from the hollowed hum with a brutal thrum
fingering the hardened crouch of a harsh winter Sun
 
whets free this spark that haunts my lungs
when I feel too much for clocking numb-
 
it's on the night sky wheeze
where it licks the sand like a torch on skin
with a soft message etched in itch,
 
a lingering dithers on branded dreams
where the soul of a distant scream  
still swallows us whole:
 
slithering raw from the smoking craw
still holding dear to sizzling near
sang to glass at the lapsing pass-
 
laugh & gaze this gibbering age,
face the grace of a crawling mend
 
there's a winged {sigh} on the titan blur
the heartful voice of a fleshing groove