Poem-A-Day: Day 347

Other Days, Other Dollars

Eyes blazing crystal stones
scathing wasted dreams at the sun,
and the screams ring sorrowed
solar flares; Osiris scheming dead.
The bottles draft fathoms
braising fated wings in silver,
and the things gleam borrowed
ion pairs; neutral charging knives.
Bodies writhing nature springs
washing vexed flesh to the bone,
and the sunders rain tattered
sinew tears; flagrant dreaming dread.
Nights flashing classic tones
sending animated nectar at the sky,
and the pains thunder scattered
shallow cries; beauty taking lives.