Six Dozen Lipstick Roses
1Crawling vertiginous up the side of the mountain
Following the trail of breadcrumbs
Working the night to raise the deadened
Blistering avalanche out of the cave of nowhere
Flies sliding skyward eating gravity
Black blooded anvils pound righteous fists against the tyranny of time
Water wets itself
Air inhales itself
Fire immolates itself
Drinking the soft spun shimmering of the million color midnight sky
Razing the scarred battlements of hard ridden horses
Driving the spike in the eye of the unimaginable
The armor peels away like the skin of a grape
The flesh pressed to release the nectar of eternity
September 18, 2015 at 8:42 am //
Wonderful painting with its multiple layers of color, line, and space, a perfect intro to a powerful poem with its evocative journey of imagery and allusion.