In A Blink Of Eternity's Eyes

Alone, but well
           buttered down
the path of Hell.
           Warning shots
ring out through
            the peaceful sound
of humming's blue.
            Silky smooth,
my dog's Chalet
            wandering around
the path that frays.
            Speaking openly
like velvet cake
            but our sorrows
bound to date.
            Calling up,
calling down,
            our soft fruit cobbler
is bright and sound.
            Strokes of
heavy lines
            of gray
spiral inwards,
           without a month's delay.
Taking Time,
           feeling no doubt,
the teflon heart beats
           pound, and pound.
Filling up,
           without a sound.
Those knives
           of steel,
a brimming creel,
          the photo-reel
of feelings
          to feel.
Smooth and slippery,
          sliding down your throat.
No thought can vanquish
          the tasty look,
of a future so dandy
          (You'd better not choke).
The skins are peeling off, inside the treasure lays.

Naked.

Exposed.

Unleashed
beyond the well done dying days.
            Days of shame,
lost to time,
            as the sweet belt tightens,
another bird enlightens
            the words,
shot out from the dark,
            we do not part
from the wacky
           ways
              of summer
                         days
of rhymes
           unheard of,
and pheasants slathered
           with oil,
olive oil.
           What a toil!
To bake in the sun,
            and to run
into
           the life you'd never thought you'd have.
Until a blink
          of a chicken feather goes by,
(And you know why)
         when it tumbles all dry
to see the lad,
          in the precious bed
who's sleeping on
         the concrete fence.
Just cast a pence,
         and let it all make sense

in a blink of eternity's eyes.