What Magic Must

what Magic must dwell inside us all
we have accrued cabarets of insight

sharpness of acrylic fires
that can’t be fought into ashy sleep

we project an artifice of facts
Heat the Great Wall w/gifts of colour
& movement

Raze stone temples w/ eyesight

Flinging dancing flames
On out-of-fashioned engineering

Giving symbolism Mortality
For Ideas do not cease, just bodies
Just flesh will smolder

Scorching the infantile Hands
of Beauty when it confronted
films of this nature

what Magic must dwell inside us all

Promises

A sullen whimper,
No whisper,
That drips down my neck
Forever stained:
Fleshed colored dye:
Invisible to everyone
But me

Cold and once more broken
Are your promises
That I have heard
Before