Golden Cold

Melted Martian Blueprints

Framed in the sky maps in the synaptic discharges

Fired works of moving forces opposed in the brilliant composition

Feint fireworks underneath the mailbox in the dead of night

Explosions of laughter, lungs youth filled in the dead of our lives

Sky lines of stars that blink into a noxious aroma of poison trees

Baptismal of decay in full bloom along rivers, street lights, and good intentions

Not so intentional but drifting in marked men and women

Asleep in the drivers seat alone in the same car that blisters head on wakes of watery graves embrace the memory

Karmic ambulant too late the triumph resounds in the bottomless give and take

Peel back the layers

Skin folds out as new skin breathes in

Facial features fill out and the hollow fills with joyful muse

The amber tones alerted in subtle crochets in that touch the corners

Crows feet stir awake and stretch in morning's first goodbye

The golden grow up as the poison trees grow old

Withered at the core

Pores choking in atrophy new words learned for new masks that drown quiet and slow

Music of martians walking on new air

New lungs

New and Gold