Night Of The Rapture

If amnesia were a flower (and it is

It would grow in rainbow color, pleasing every eye

Its perfume would act as aphrodisiac

Its pollen transport poverty to winged life

where weary lives seek freeing


Amnesia would sprout from any tiny seed, even in arid ground

and overnight, bound blooming

mute, in heavy air profuse

spread spores

forgetfulness, blessings


Night Of The Rapture

Grave Birds


deconstruction cowbell blues