dance and disappear

the radio crackles, the mist
collects on the window while
the wisps of coffee-generated steam
dance and disappear. the streets
are littered with
pagans in plastic
and polyester; moths
to the fires of hell. the dark
halls pulsate
with a Poetic, throbbing
repetition. street preachers, doomed
to prophesy
to the doomed, perch
on fire extinguishers
like gargoyles spewing
Their revelations, begging for
change.

hollow body

echoes of plucked years
forgotten and remembered
reflect the soul who tries to
fill itself with substance.
constellatory brilliance
lies buried beneath chiseledrosewood
for those penitently indentured,
whose parallel fingers flow
forever in all directions,
each tormented by a touch
that grasps the surrounding air
with futility, than snaps back
with the tension of a rubber
band
leaving each stinging in solitude.

Justice

Alone she stands
With iron eyes
Cloaked and blind
To every lie
Clasping scales
In fingers great
She needs not sight
To know the weight

words by peter

images by gerald