The Shadow Road
coaxing you back, you’ve been in touch and other senses, the full thing
cackling at boxed remedies with disowned roots and perfume
some of your ways I saw pushing up daisies, but you knew
with eight legs of womb, the odd collecting caw
with peals of blue and pink emerald encased there would be roads excavated
the lace of cobwebs holding more explosions, implosions than the collective
of stars
coaxing you back, you’ve been black, silver and every single burst of this,
caught up in these failing wishes, new old golden chariots that paw, claw
dance around the dark
mercy for us, prayers for beauty
you lay off the pressure like a yawning diamond coil
throw me a few more yew seeds to feed our ink stain
singing however, not knowing how many tracks we are
to be given