In Eldritch Gardens of Unearthly Nights –
the blood’s moon holds like seaweed
dead atoms in a barren grave –
thriving on emptiness, cold, and unheard music,
let the frozen sun shine on the faces of the dead and their graves
the truth is hidden in the streams of the skin –
the moon was born by an eldritch mother,
her dusty soul, covered with black seeds,
a dead bat in continuous shadows –
frayed seams vein torn legs
flower petals
pulsating with the fragrance of grief and scabs
rain into the nothingness
a spectre’s kiss
a somnambulist’s wet whisper
liquid euphony
eyes like poisoned pomegranates
puncture an ebony shroud
fiery stars frozen high –
flowers fleeing the sunlight –
the green-eyed cat is hungry
They say the humours of a phantom moon embraces like algae – when it rains
we play Jacks and Shades
on The Black Beach
as desert water
eats the shore –
no more, no more
Implied Spaces 