The Draws Poem by Riano Harp

Littering the perfumes of her ethanol dress upon memories
The concrete elongations melted upon my genuflecting knees,
Niobe's sulpher scarred the green grins of the fleshy aquarium —
Dancing as smoke in the crowds thoughts, sorrow's anchors of the cranium
Weighed the gold vessels, all sphere's lenses, upon the scales of gravity;
Dusk grew obese, clouds sloughed, and I thought of Evil's actuality.
Bottoms rough mane, hardening by the Moon's loss, shrunk into shades of pale
And the dream like state which the soul harbours turned familiar and stale;
Baldachins, glossed in stubbles of dust and sweat, thawed behind tapestries,
The Chandelier's hearth loosened as children swung on green-vined arteries
Dangling from it's nerves, knowing of a pain because it doesn't exist —
As Darkness welcomed her infant heart, I evaporated to mist
And a Sea of Spirit's littered the shore of all mankind's memories,
Convulsing and weaving skulls to the wooden Sky, twitching under knees…