big town blues (ii) — veer horizon

colouring the converse air
a massive sewn masterpiece
a tapestry of night
you can’t take thought away

not the moon setting
the sun

through dark form
released rising
the city burns

the foreground
a house a park
one window
lit by sodium
that’s all

the dark detail between
you perceive trees
wild old wood
edge of the eye movement

disaster grasps
the wood awaits the flame

but are you reading this
into the picture’s black
or inventing

it’s the frame
old master wood reused
formally decorated
and burning
the corners are burning

burning from the fire in the city
burning from the memories
you’re the one burning the sewn
you’re the one burning the frame

look away
don’t let your history flaunt
it burns

but you want that
don’t you