Britaine

Deep green air
Golden aether
Dark undergrown garden
This imagination disdained and enlivened
We were forest walkers
Autumn crisp leaf breakers
We found some mystery in the winter
Hidden in hollow trunks
We joined hands
Willow wicker branches bowed
We created fire in mirrors
Crowned within an identity unstable
Animalistic raw chorus
Untimely death facers
Historicals
Spinning and whirling
String quartets
Misty fields collapsing
Britaine was falling
Lost in frenz
The wind would beat
I used to hear it howl in the woods
Britaine is falling
We still stand in our early years
And listen to the earth
For a while
Then return to family fires
And wear thin
Over anger of those passed
It is then I will weep
And escape again
To throw salt on fires
With wolves and thin limbs
Ready to curl up and freeze
To never wake in the morning
To never again remember that once
When we were in our early years
Britaine was falling.

East Orient, Amulet

Astay Incane
Cutless Fitless
Rid of calm
Amber air
Nimble tear
Foracious Locasse, Sigum sift
Rid Rift Scar ram Escaphorous Dri Gra
Effr Quintese Curtail
I’m taste Let me burn you.

Rabid dog

Sat there
Storm fall
Most of us full
Mendicant
Minimal soft voice
Spare moment
Aerie
Aviary
Wait yong
Free mind skylark 
Lab rat 
I sit and wait
Dark sky
Heavy eyes serving
Remembering nights with us
Constantly
Finesse fractured wrist
Sung
Song.

So quiet this mind

Im quartz
Im keeping time
Of now
Corroborate
Soap air
Rank angles
Signals
Untangled
Soak up elbows
Owners employed
Diurnal destroyed
Oh dear I said I feel
Singular inside
Minted money
Not stuck in my pockets
Rockers
Hallowed air
Misted light
Oh dear I said I feel
Respite
Resolute from advice
Calm and anxious
Winks pick eyeliner
Hanging between
Gaze cast and also
Surface tremor
Don’t ever stay
So solidarity is
So she says.