borderline

gentle whispers
bounce in screams
and taint the clamoring
bus stop at dawn

I rock like a clown
in a bowed box
a present for a dark
forbidden holiday

the stage lights gleam
and my eyes seep
from the sockets
onto a million stairs

cool morning approached us
in the blinding ache
of our brooding airs

and painted icons
flicker in frames
blown like glass into footsteps
and shimmering lights
bellow smoke from a train

domination in the black bag
a strobe light beckons
in a thousand crystals
of our swollen
and sticky stomach

the speakers blare
leading swift inquiry
from these clouds
grey and beaten with rain