THE HAUNT IS A DEEP BLUE

2016

 

The haunt is a deep blue

scarlet box

It’s wave the storm

a hurricane and a love song

It doesn’t matter who’s the haunter

who’s the haunted

it’s chaos within peacefulness

the strands that survived the tore

Every dent is forced in

and every surface is smoothed across

the sun is not a sun but an eye

an internal eye reversed upon the outside world

the physical fight, split, sex, laugh

twisted, inverted, condemned, crucified

 

 

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The meeting place is a yawning blue

scarlet box

It’s current the rant and rave

a whirlwind and a sweetheart tune

It doesn’t matter who’s the haunter

who’s the haunted

it’s unruliness in the interior tranquility

the threads that perished the gashed

Every dent is forced in

and every surface is smoothed across

the sun is not a sun but an eye

an internal eye reversed upon the outside world

the physical fight, split, sex, laugh

twisted, inverted, condemned, crucified