Babylon Serenade Redux

Geranium Kisser
Sink to the glow of hell
With skin like silk and face like glass
You make me melt

Bitten by Orchids and Orcas and Orange things
Perpetuate this run away to make believing your own imagination
Every moss and cobweb forming your desires
washed away the grapevines delineating archaic fires.

Babylon Serenade
Once a prayer-lost and found
An Indigo Dragonfly bit me-hence every poem Frank Falupa on
Dirty projectors emit concentric heights
Roller Coaster Holy Circle Triangle Nights
IntertWINE with ruby red veins
pooling blood between your toes
An anaerobic respiration grows and grows

Stone Henge, Stone Minds
Dirty lips and Dirty Eyes
Gray Matter on the rocks
Shaken, not slurred
with sand slipping through sulci/gyri until electricity is deterred
within cranial nerves

It still reeks of pretentious, overly abstract textures and compositions
Like a lighthouse dreaming to be a skyscraper
Like a dying woman praying her EKG stabilizes

Temperature rising on the east
Golden silhouette devouring the west
Temecula Sunset