Peregrine

peregrine-
eyes feral, aglint with hunger
aerial morph of winged huntress ~ slow like liquid ~ plush upon thirst
          ~ flow ~
all the words, colors worn with names assigned
they don’t resonate, it’s not their fever spike, not their condition to be defined
not when pleasure alights the solar flare 
          \ when silence escapes /
the clouds lend them form, a simple pleasure not lost on tongues of currents, a world in full rush as cars in screaming speed still the outside world
          / stagnates their roll \
land, a window-scape blur, as dirt caked fingers shape the air, pastel smear of dust and skin shed
          ~ no farewells to bleed ~
trees circulate, their absence of defining lines where phantoms of secrets steal woven avian breaths, their leaves expiring in the spark of astral chains snapping with every vulpine wail
          {headlight death in the thick of night}      
vultures circle {pitch-on-pitch}, no rest for the hungry 
their heights of hypnotic catastrophic inebriation, steal from a weary mind a treasured highway dream, buried some hour prior to reality’s conception  
          ~ hallowed grave of shoulder gravel and rain hollow epitaph ~   
horizon wall of lunar eversongs lures the acceleration, beckoning to vacate the rearview
          a bare hand to suffocate > to amputate < from a world that can’t hold {me}

E.A. O'Connell