- Vol. 05
- Chapter 06
dance angel bird, dance
you can only dance so far on the head of a pin, right angel? fall closer to the left of the edge – the cusp of dawn's twilight won't be cradling you tonight – too many tongues are licking flames in this glow you only remember the long shadows of a tequila shot bleed your eyes pleading pale pink hibiscus tea tears stagging for staggering as your mouth stuttered itself into guppy "ohs" then shrieking, birding itself into a tinny siren wail "noooooo!"
now you find yourself twining to a mother-of-pearl translucence it has reversed itself like a wet t-shirt a second skin you can't peel away standing in thisonthis outpost feathering a tongue thick in your mouth in this scraped scrapped landscape – you don't know where you are for the vertigo high below, above down a shattered pocket mirror on the right edge silently screaming echoes to the forgotten dead preaching to the no one of yourself
there are too many nails here but first skin bleeds into a second coming scented with moss roses you'll dance with the only now you've got dive-inely clutching the promise of any . how time cracking itself open like a freshly laid egg coming to rest on a pin's head this sizzle cusp crust, before you fly away