Moonlight and Ghosts…

63Ghost clouds block moonlight as they all race clouds across the early morning sky tuck somewhere between dawn and night. And! What is the color of souls? In these dreams–see war…Fight and know death….There be gods in this place? So! Come to Cloud—early in transition time and seek flash-ride to spiral and skip into framing time.

“Among the stars
there is a place to where
my heart always returns.”Home by Unsun

The Walker, a silhouette tucked low beneath Grand Moon rising carved carefully—a cross sky—too close to be real and too real to be proximity’s cost—close to-shapes-to-shift-shape and closer to buildings tossed across landfall along sea-line to skyline. Tide comes in evening time and changes along season’s alteration same as sunrises and sunsets and shadows play beneath twin moon season with splashes of textured cloud color or star twinkles too far to see or too close not to catch eye—notice in brain and spirit touch—same time.

The Walker glides across a jumble-tumble of dusted stones made by rain—visible as digging once moved dirt above rock faces and dragged these weighted ones from place to necessary places—for buildings built or buildings removed—restructured—replaced or destroyed. Needed things at required times when places were homes and buildings ruled land-side…And! Little killer pills—be only notions of Lizard Kingdoms where the notions—of you ‘peel’ums’ available and needed—from the glory of car-trunks—pushers and such—supply for profit as price swings with demand or your supply? How about today? Or! Tomorrow—maybe too late for profit or always tax—almost—and the wonder—when the next shipment arrives?

She is the Walker Warrior and places—claims to Bridge above the Ruins of ‘Sity.’ Below the places of spaces—once a great tangle of yards and rails carried the price of commerce—commercially to and away and beyond her bridge—dirty sea ships sailed toward one another. They bounced the line—black shadows—slow creep—beneath an injured sky. No wind. Masts—no sails. Crude…Not fueled—cold furnaces and boilers—empty drums—warm air. She now— adjusts eyes and turns and follows silent ships passing one—another. They ride the line—no wake. They do not disturb the oiled sea or change silt-less shoals beyond an invisible channel. She watches them and waits for their return.

Walker forgets to breathe. Fog horns moan and moan again just within cones of hearing—an evening rare—without fog or mist. Held inside—air rushes into throat and through her nose and mouth. Sea odor—her eyes tear. Bridge time is fine and darkness safe…She searches sea. She swears the line has moved closer to shore…And! Ships are gone.

Red-winged Beatles and cousin Greensacks live and die in the course of words and butterfly life—just above Caveland around cutout doors of steel and rusted tacks and salt-soaked wood—where (x) marks most spots and braces require nails to hold together both life and doors. Caveland stores many—for—outside—Plague dances a two hundred year-long-sing-song and with sickness—death and destruction forever-follows. Watch the next fire begin and end as another begins and ends until tower eyes can never see the next and the next and the eternity of signals that mean absolutely nothing to ‘Sity’ people framed against that August sky.

Move along—always move along toward fear among these places of reasons-to-be or reasons to move along? No and yes or not really or really scared of the mixes in the yes and no—until ‘run togethers’—forget to be afraid. Little ones grow old and die inside hundred year old lyrics just outside tomorrow. And! When holding yourself very still—red beetle wings are very loud and their textures—light—will guide your motions through the night. Red beetle cousins sing and those born-to-die—select their own sing-songs. High above the Towers-of-Bridges—Watchers use as signal frames—hard-wood fires and pine cones of quick sparks ‘til death do crackle and stop…

And! Beautiful you are…

‘Summertime Sadness’ by Lana Del Rey

“Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That, baby, you’re the best

I got my red dress on tonight
Dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight
Done my hair up real big beauty queen style
High heels off, I’m feeling alive

Oh, my God, I feel it in the air
Telephone wires above are sizzling like a snare
Honey, I’m on fire, I feel it everywhere
Nothing scares me anymore

Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That, baby, you’re the best

I got that summertime, summertime sadness
S-s-summertime, summertime sadness
Got that summertime, summertime sadness
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I’m feelin’ electric tonight
Cruising down the coast goin’ ’bout 99
Got my bad baby by my heavenly side
I know if I go, I’ll die happy tonight

Oh, my God, I feel it in the air
Telephone wires above are sizzling like a snare
Honey, I’m on fire, I feel it everywhere
Nothing scares me anymore

Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That, baby, you’re the best

I got that summertime, summertime sadness
S-s-summertime, summertime sadness
Got that summertime, summertime sadness
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Think I’ll miss you forever
Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky
Later’s better than never
Even if you’re gone I’m gonna drive (drive, drive)

I got that summertime, summertime sadness
S-s-summertime, summertime sadness
Got that summertime, summertime sadness
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That, baby, you’re the best

I got that summertime, summertime sadness
S-s-summertime, summertime sadness
Got that summertime, summertime sadness
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh…”

 Summertime Sadness