I seek a burning bush
deep inside this internal wilderness
blazing sun the canvas
upon which vultures circle
over dry bleached skulls
of the eternal lost
who’s spirits are forever imprisoned
in this arid haunt of demons and jackals
Oh! Lazarus salve my tongue
with just one drop of your tears
as slowly I wander amongst these ever-changing dunes
crawling over rocks that were once thrown
by men without pity or grace
along with memories of scorpion-like words
that once pierced my heart…
Yet still no ignited shrub
giving purpose – offering hope
to a man who’s fist clenches time’s sand
which slowly seeps through his fingers
like his dreams
blown into heavenly halls
by divine life-giving breath
my mind boiling like mutton
a feast for an old toothless lion
who has only his roar!
Like Moses searching for the promised land
that flows with milk and honey
always eluding me
Darkness falls – I play games with the stars
that have shone on greater men
in the distance I spy a dancing flame
surely it doth burn so bright
bringing light into the hidden places
where only the bravest soul dare venture…
©M.C. Bolton, February 2018
Urban Dandy London 