Slaughter Shapes

Imagine

Black lined fingers waving wildly in air

I succumb to the science of most sacred sleep

While you place needle on record

Life's lonely lullaby lulling me gently

Laying quietly

Imagining deeply

Now
Imagine

Flowing color pounding like rain

Technicolor raindrops oozing
down 
         bare 
                 skin

Wetting hair and face

Becoming limp

Bending back brilliant celestial clouds

To get a glimpse of heaven

Summer's selection

If only for a moment

I can see angles painting folklore

Knitting the fabric of lightning
Taking hard risks with thunder

Scissoring the sun into glorious

Doe 

      Rae

             Mes

Singing out spackled rafters

In the attic of a mind that can not rest

Screaming voices

Communicating in a colored tongue of

Misunderstood pink and purple

Cross-breeding black into

Stigmatized stationary slaughter shapes

Melting together faces that bleed rainbows

Our world the angles playground

The meta of souls on fire

Now
Please
Imagine