night comes on:caiaphas

 this obsidian glass,refracts and reflects sevenfold

the derelict spiderweb covering burned wicker

arches of a window i look out to hold

below the bitter scratches of witchery

are bold

yet no more

bold as me

a heroes journey begins in green fields

with white hallowed skys lending grasshoppers

to dew collected as filtered through a pleasant womens eyes

sequenced fields and fluffy happy dandelions

for Wordsworth at a start

abe and Leah also may do

but my fields are withered unto gods eye

my houses are remnants skewered with

inhabitants slithered devil marked in mockery

this house feeds on and in/off of me

but im a chariot wheel

a cherubim burning

livid beauty

i am a girl just turned 16

i thought id go slow limping

through the dark mallhallways of

warm and mellow crucifixion

if you were a christian my soul

would not appear christened but tamed

in a tempest and mellow

my spirit would seem unleavened

my eyes all alglow

with uneven thoughts

and broken desires

the lusts of boys

girls and the inbetween

im inbetween i go

between menorahs

and wurzel gummidge

glow

i awoke as if from a deep creation

a HUMID slumber grumbling streching

wrestling as i groan awakening

in a petty subway catching gleams of dreams

out the window,a rush of citizens and thorny vipers

petty whims and base desires with cigarette smoke

hats made of armadillo or some repusilve

lecherous reptilian demagogue

say hello to cleon

as it passed the wakeful halo

i eyed i spied i was halfway in the

barren hall just before closing time

took the glow from the smart futuristic designs

of ipod mannequins in the store windows

i softly rode the escalator praying

a take on jacobs ladder but found

the whispering bones of polish

made me slip and slide i toiled too long

nowhere to go

i couldnt leave as all human prescense as a leave

from a small willow had receded nowhere to be seen

like antiquity upon my pillow

and i could simmer down and cry

but then thought upon my ego

a jew-a tempestious lilith who

could dominate the eves of every

roman tomb,a little cave cut sleep

to walk with satans ease

and direct the winds that blow

from every nazi chief destroyed

by abyss abcess below

i was the heathered masonry in

a potters field in foul weather

as molten paths can breeze

slyly into wicked trees

of idolatory-yes this was me

i looked at the hermaphrodite

prime for sport illustrative

of a weep renewal convent type

both side of the prism collected much light

at my nativity thunder

was roaring and i was bawling

down neptunes truant trident

i made the hells abide to starry moons

of lucifers lakes swimmed in

to climate changes decline

the baphomet

and off i set

through plastered doors that wore and wore

i thought i heard a prophet snore

i saw an eagles eye of blake

in the bookstore of my rival

i couldn't concentrate to think

upon the snotty boy

who sang in his revival

and renewal

poisoned everything i liked

i walked and walked till there i saw

a rustic shadow leap and bound

i never thought id seen an idol

look so perfectly hellward looking down

and with an glance to spend to heaven up

he faded i thought id never know

the cackles from the forbidden door

paraded about myself and through

leaving my nightime shelter raided

obsidian tilted stolen blowed

blown jaded

then turned to blue

i felt the cold as i came out

a winter with an samhain moon

i musty have wandered countless years

count me the wandering jew

i saw the end of wooden planks

the shade a youth i knew

who came into the light

and demonstarted as he grew

what sense was in a stoic line

what stumbles through the

orchard life and sing the insects blues

who lives within a breath whole sentences

that sum it up with two small words

i prayed to myself it was the zimmerman

i saw him as his songs went through

the recesses of my marrow

as if madly confined to toil

yellow rheumatone

with a batty crow

the teenage man that lived in wastes

led me through deserted brainrot streets

with hollow windows hidden houses

with misery mercy and nothing to eat

as if the whole world had devoured themselves

with rights to entraeat such lives to control and make complete

and homeless shades were there but no one ever meets

the end of axiomic and atomic infinite vissectitude of

defeat

that owlets cry and deathless sigh from greenwich valley

jeeps

the curly hair an entrenchecd tomb but he who i follow

would be changing soon

to an horrific sight as a killer on a new moon

prays for autumn light

we passed the graveyard where robert burns the undertaker lived

and old jean armours grave was his and roses covered it in splendour

the zimm then turned to say that life is his

and noones a lyrics owner

but i can paint the ravens white

as onys the breath i owe her

the sheniakiah will be when you walk in

the gallows the end gimmick

but she would hug you safely in

and love is but the limit

i found myself outside my front door

i heard a bustly man yell whore

and left at just the minute

a women jezebel came out

and walked to talk nomore

i saw the lovely gardener "frame" look outside her curtain

many a fable grew and myth lived there iside that house

im certain

but would they leave and read like breath

or would they exist beyond death

so she kept the window open

with no small doubt of chance of theft

in bliss i read her sacrifice in red lights

as zimmy dissapitated i went in

to sleep

lets not be woken