Revolution NOW [04]: Vertical
Vertical
Engines fly in layers
compulsively stirring
the snow inside the billow
Clouds sponge up the sun.
Before reaching land
the long distance traveller
evaporates without a trace
Seagulls cry in the window.
Towering panes reflect
fragmented memories
of erect ambition
Hanging on radio waves.
Ignored sparks of desire
send secret lovers to the stakes –
walking pillars, in flames
Smoking kills the blues.
The hips curve, shooting
painless twists of the tongue –
kisses missed in a rush
Headless passengers run.
The city plays the drum on the feet,
sensing rebellious spines:
heartbeats to measure its time
The dance is macabre.
Headstuff are accepting poems on the theme of Revolution NOW until 5 Feb — see our current call for submissions for more details.