my cigarette ghost

[revolutionR]

My cigarette ghost rides the underground train
strange flags went by down the long black opening
words forget me in the castle rain, please my muse
travelers at dawn turn at the broken funny factory
they have called for a truce of tragic masks
gray shadows move through the bird house conversation
amber tear drops fall along the western door
dancing naked angels whirl past the smoke signal
pearl street lights strung along the avenue of gators
in the house of the moon pale sentences are spoken
written across the flood of arrows, lips of blood
they are speaking in another piano of voids drinking water of gold
soft silences sweep over the crowd of crows, the devil pope knows
gypsy rainbows have washed the unrepentant horses in the last church
down the forgotten passage the storms of flowers have awakened
my cup of tea will report to the firing squad in the swan lake morning