MEDUSAN SHADE

In a grid of yellow lights she knelt alone

departing from me in a hot gray anomaly

desperate swamps of massed hands

grasping after her dark haired whirlwind

I cut them all off with a thorn handled sword

and blinked at the clear new water

a couch was melting on the shore

a spirit of glass corners was walking

in the fractured steam

I took the flash of light's imprint

to a cave of suckling geodes

file cabinet drawers began protruding

from irregular stone walls

my bed's in the peak of a cone's pinprick

glimpse of knotted purple sky

her sash is a train I can't roll off of

to tumble into grassy trenches

and shake away the acidic clasp

of her dyed fingernails in my

creature of a spine

I watch as the crushed snakes leave the road

through rot or the scan

of some mesmerizing saucer

and they all depart

until the staff in the desert

is upright stripped and bare

I play the divine blueprint's copied record

with the screw of some lost nautilus

I burn the candles and her scent

escapes my rising nerves

the marble bench where I sat

is broken through to the earth

porches of the damned resound

with strange laughter

I am a cipher in a wheel of ass

the last loverboy of the hurricane's

lips gone higher