Enclosed cases of glass, smooth mirrors
Pristine sheen on outside wall,
Hold the warmth of and early easterly sun,
Blinking flashes fly through time,
Bounce and find a home within,
The dark mercury, inside.
Glorious blues and rainbows,
World full of lit chandeliers,
Adorning halls full of strobe lights
dancing of walls and ceilings,
Leaving little white beads of light
Only interrupted by moving hands,
bodies clasped together.
Hidden embraces, kisses stolen in dark,
Visible only for a second,
Through the falling beads of strobe lights,
Crystal ball to a darker world inside.
Glint from a minuscule speck
Of dust braiding a cobweb
Shining through lost rays of light.
The soul of tattered corners
Books hang heavy upon shelves
Bowed down and cracking
From stories playing out in
Fires of passion and lust
Of betrayal in sheets hanging
From windows covering the shame
Of bordelaise bedrooms.
Philistines stilled, lay coiled inside,
Horns locked, lips joined so long
They have now become one.
Torsos locked in a vice of phalluses
Leeched together to become
A shapeless single of nothingness.
Mind can’t register their being
No real present or unreal future
Can change the philistines’ ascendancy.
No timeless clock or being
Can change the transformation
of mere mortal being Philistines
Turning into gods
And the ravaging of love.