J the Cosmic

J the Cosmic

sparkles as she falls
And furry little things
melt into walls...

Wolves howl to keep
the blood moon in place
catalyst constellations light
dusty road back to grace.

And all the midnight spiders
sink fangs into dreams
until morning creeps;
smoky beam by smoky beam.

Bones aching, voice is gone
what frequency is reality on?

When i finally wake from this
may your taste bleed from my lips...

i flew in around 4am... got a ride into town from a person i met
at the baggage carousel. it's raining and dreary. i couldn't sleep, so i wrote that.