Lapse Poem by B. Sven Telander

Shunted through a maelstrom-
in thrall to the oblique resonance
of doctored dreams, fraudulent
desires, forecasting regrets; smiling
omnivore escapes a frowning throng
astride a crimson skytrain
where only scrying
eyes dare fly.

Tiny sordid fingers beneath
a purple light, languid shadows
play with a scream as the
delicate apparatus of luscious
summer incubate winter's
vision with elaborate music
of the chains of spring, scent
of chanting eats raw skin of recall.

Swimming in the bare void, under a
shining knife like true power at the
next fall in life, where petals of rain from
lazy skies present enormous gifts over an
iron garden while timeships from a humming
moon soar above rock lakes in sleep as
a modern goddess rips the bitter gown
of wind for a place beyond rust and lies.