Jungle Nights

nights like these
it almost gets to me
cold paper pale white
in molted silver moonlight

juxtaposed memories of
a sober summer spent
under pitch hot star skies
blue fire from cold space
burning holes into my eyes

I think I know how and why
lonely amber gods
meet beneath twisted trees
to complete sublime rituals
on the frontiers of the mind

I want to dissolve into
no-no nights with
her under twisted
jungle canopies


~ by ethmgallagher on May 25, 2009.

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