E m o g e n e

dell chorus
the silent boiler
and the blind mirror
sipping echos with the faulted tap

dark circe night
I smash the stars out one
by one
beneath the moth dancer light

A freight howls
rattling the bridge domain
the dark coffee waters

beneath the space
we buried
the river runs

wide and staring
voracious with power
like buttons torn
ventured to the seam

couplets and meaning

a storm of television flicker
delicate tremor
caress the flesh
the stray strands
like love beats from broken drums

tightening
passionate
tear rivened