Mister Holiday the time was not ready
To board the mystery floating, earth defying genius.
To elevate the presence to pressures, other than daily wrangling.
Pursuing the bashed out loneliness born of suffocating power.
Remember poisonous dust rising from the desert of desire,
Consuming the tree in chest’s passive receiver.
Dead on arrival
Ending on entrance
A bow with no applause
A journey to follow a fresh thought of remembrance;
Walk with and away from sadness.
Roots can grow deeper in darkness
Hunting for moisture to replenish disaster
Magnificent renewal, abundant reviving
Design new labels to hang on respondents.
Meet the maker, it’s wings’ unfolding
With crimson opening and trembling cloisters
Played in conception; shaped as jewelled lovers
Popping from explosions replacing the blank space
Life’s a generator.