bowie

mirror looking, mist seething

passionate hearts breathing belief

into itself, the world turns

in this attic space

take a moon

to illuminate this dark

ignite the fire of desire

in your heart

burning up,

love and life complete me

may the kind faith greet me

outside the starry Milton gate

a place where youth

is uncouth but dripping in

splendour next to truth

makes lust a component

of every waking hour

out of sleep

out of mind

the great fairy tale

involves us all

we all play a part

in humankind

leave teardrop traces

by the woollen mill

the gleam of the silver

could break the seams

and rid me of virtue

sweet vanity

lay sleeping

in this closed curtain

crystal ball

show though flawed

they are all gods

crumble,recepticle

of airy thought

miracles

proclaiming the

pain the sea reclaims

the heart of several

cosmos, falling

with the pale girl

within my necklace

embracing sexual sinew

bracce for the sacking of towns

women crying drowned out by screaming

for the bag men do come raiding

raping our dreams and passions

tearing down sodden walls

burning cottages smelling

anarchy on the forest way

my dark path broken glass

can only ruinate upon

papyrus and fairy semen

the barren ash and smog

of chimneys shut my girls

blue eyes lapis lazuli eyelids

mirrors are now glimmerless

leaving the babes of glued truancy

behind

to tighter truths deluding me

the greater blooms the rose

the darker the firey tale

the greater an end

the longer the wall

to scale

the greater the fin

the more reptilian

the scale the more weight

the more dark weights fail

the brighter the bonnie girl

the darker night falls along the trail

the more passionate the heart

the more survival can be hearing us out

stamping dark stone footpaths

up and about