sun tattoo

survival sighs into the

base chakra spinning

above the third rail,

feels itself trying

to jump start

a life...

(in spite of wet tracks)

sparks and sputters,

now slowing again,

the secret clock geometry

cogs in a soul that won't quite mesh,

weather worn fence slats stitching
the hem of ocean and sand

lifted and poised,
in arabesque dna
twin runners, twisted rusty wire

suspended yet animated
by wind and breath,

shadow figure trophies

blowing across the horizon of hope

revealing a red sun,

passionate orb come

to waken corpse cocoons

beams of light pry them loose

roots of fruited trees

and ripening thoughts

of new direction,

up words...

blood blooms

from the selkie skin,

tattooing the sun into my pelt,

a spinal column lease to close a gap

between kissing on dirty knees

no longer begging for a love so half-hearted or remote.

6.12.09 © acn