By Darren Lynch
Unfurled by the smooth concrete dawn ….
Skin of tethered squares
Petals of horse gripped cloaks
Highways of desert passion
A split tongue kisses the draped shoulder of fame ,
How the curled locks worship desire
Shelter of dwelling , For home now
In bold carnations ,
Sleep in winter gardens.
All powers are rested , equal
Whispered wings by the curious law
Onto exist ,
A chrome rule
The cords
Spoken essence
For the ripples of spring theatre
Are cast in union
By a smile of the unconscious performer.