flame Eaters by Jesse Mitchell

When your eyes were turned away
When your black eyes were turned away
Half-closed
And looking far off
Is when you lost me,
Sightlessly lost me
In the thick darkness
The dark barely-here-shadows
And the wild sounds
Of wild things.
Lost in the places of fires
And slow trains and imaginary things
And unconquerable stains
Left by indistinguishable stings.
When your eyes were lost
And turned blankly away.
Dancing, ripped apart, dancing in margins
Over here away
On the edge of the blade
Knife
Sword
Sword swallowers
And flame eaters
And fire spitters…
The rail-splitters
The never liars
The green eyed
And
Beautiful souls
The nothing-to-no-one devils
The I-never-know-a-danger lunatics
The no sorrow, no regrets, never turning back maniacs
The wild noises
Of wild things
When you turned your eyes away
Is when you lost me
In the swirl and
Sound
And might
And muddle
Of low light.

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One Response

  1. great piece, jesse! loved it.

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