Nestled pyramids, soldiers of sand, No servants hand, no strangers. No one died today, no saints Made. Cat wore the Ankh, Carried the dog headed staff, Drawing along the sea crooked to And fro on the sand, wand dragging
A well-positioned boy who smokes out a window, Discarding his amusement for a hummingbird. His green sharkskin suit, brightly alert - Dusted by sunshine, weakened with night. Heartbeats, just over a wing he spots you. In the span of a wink, He's gone from the ledge.
We all fall down. The ground grows smaller, As I pass the Earth, Becoming her daughter. Funny to stand today, Eclipsing the sun. My books marked still, On page one.
You can achieve the magic eye Through pain and practice. Eyes for now, opposite. Silver shadow spreads upwards. Lids covered platinum, Then black and back, Brushed, stroked far beyond what I can see. Gala and golden eyes for night in sunshine shades, Violets tip their hats towards the soft, Green, winged, shark-skinned scarabs. Egyptian eyes lined up, not waiting, shut down for now. Sitting waiting under the light Desert pink sundown, …