two empty beer cans one drunk
milky way
a distant memory
of stars
blackberries and vines
sweet intoxication flows
from my thorn-spiled flesh
between fire and flood
a vale of unbelievers
throw stones
… it’s tee-time
with sun’s set: a star!
descending – to tarmac
so much for that
half seen unseen
lines – crossing the imagined
bats erratic
I blink
blind… as the bat
I do not see
balcony view
the natives emerge
at twilight
I am guest of honour
at this feast
a rash decision
to swim so boldly – baldly? –
without protection
from this fire lilith
spilled upon heaven’s green earth
seeds of destruction
sunbathing – a break
in the clouds
stir-crazy cat
askin’ me
to stop the rain
listen to the skies:
“No! This is how you do it!”
(watering my plants)
for two days now this wisdom
has been drummed into my head
weapons of terror
his words
and the fists that speak them
firefly campaigner labours for victory
cycling in the sun
I bring home
a souvenir
that I had such wine
to summon the wrath
of a goddess
asphalt a hot knife through buttercups
half and half
vanilla chocolate
equinox ice cream
equinox dividing cream
from ice
how magnificent
that our eyes should see so well
except when open
between stars a space of dark
matter imagined
waves in the Danube
how these waters still run blue
is a mystery
rivers stripped of sand
water lingers no longer
where it is needed
such thirst for concrete!
Aphrodite’s lost skirt
has left many a primrose
exposed
primrose dressed in Aphrodite’s skirt
some may have said
the parliament should be hung
a desperate vote
the papers all agree for once
blown by an ill wind
barley for the gods
too much blood has been spilled
before the altar
the study of bounds
of logic students know well
red pens draw sharp lines
tights fall in darkness
the slow drip of the craftsman
camera flashed
Francis James Franklin (Alina Meridon) 
So fascinating, Frank. It’s almost like a puzzle or a maze. There are so many different ways to read.
I read some and scratch my head: What was I thinking when I wrote that?
I almost want to print it off, cut the pieces out, glue magnets out on the back, and play with it on my refrigerator. 😀
Go for it. It’s fun.
Intriguing mythological imagery.
I was looking at primroses and they way they seem to sing, “Look how beautiful I am!” Thus Aphrodite.
But if you mean Lilith… I don’t see Lilith as wantonly destructive (although she’s arguably destructively wanton) so much as defiant of imposed order, i.e.:
God: Here is the world I’ve created for you.
Lilith: Your world is wrong and I shall change it.
I’m a fan of Lilith.
Interesting and rich way of viewing the world!