#lobko

6 fanarts challenge

My new track ^-^

Tonight you are a komodo dragon; everyone else is mice. Tonight your every gesture brushes crumbs into a palm, the genetic evidence of an eyelash taken up in the beak of some toy bird with good instincts, who knows how to prevent the slow inversion of its bones through the pores of its paper skin, staff & notes as seen from the back of the page of a score held in front of steady light. Tonight you are the lighter; I am the cigarette meant for wind that turns on the chance the architecture met like buildings in a busy intersection, which are not yet infinite, but it seems every corner has a cat backed into it that is indifferent to rescue. Tonight you are the knife alright to guide toward the pad of my thumb although the only way to know when the flesh of the fruit will give is to cut a great deal, enough for everyone. Tonight you are the event & I am the question black tie or black suit, or just how big was your father’s heart attack that took weeks in dream-time, like a trip of saddlebags & sway ending in a rush of parachute. Tonight you’re lifting off to other things; I am other things like char around the launch site, like terra cotta shingles come loose from the roof; I am a noise above the pavilion while you’re the report No sign of her, sir. Vents tonight release orchids of steam, almost perfected into a geometry of columns the archeologist no one is rooting for paces in, hands clasped behind his back, a prisoner who is obviously free to go but doesn’t, some shaft of light he hasn’t broken with his body yet his sure to trip a sensitive trigger, all it requires is the will to blunder further, some Aramaic or shorthand, an esoteric passcode emanating like magnetism from his mouth. You are your name; tonight & every night are the same; I am the point at which the imperial slips from being merely amnesic to humble, a forehead set against the cool step of a temple in Europe, the return home suddenly huge, because there is no moon.