Shelby Bevins
i dreamed there was no god
I dreamed there was no god
and the dream swept me across scattered plains where the celestial dusts curled in my hair and behind my eyes I saw the universe implode in one single burst of disbelief. And what returned me to my heart was the vision set deep within my soul, or what remained. Hepcat's Paradise
Sometimes music
erupts in crescendos less like notes and more like a million moths from a crypt. A saxophone sounds like melting gold, sounds like times when you're holding my head, breathing hard whispers into my ear and you know I love it. I think my aura has assumed a shade of midnight: a colour that sobs, suffers, laughs, triumphs. A colour that broods and a colour that shouts recklessly as the trumpet squeals. Maybe once, I fancied myself a hepcat's paradise. |
Howl
When the sky stained violet,
I knew it was time, and out the door I traipsed, morphed. Hair bristling, I roamed the yellow-lined and hard, black plains where grass was shaved and unconsumed. With a yellow eye, I gazed upon the land. And when I saw my life, their lives, life itself in shambles, I howled. Daydreaming in Colour
You have the smile of
beaming light, of sun rising over stretching fields and sleeping earth, of a flower in first bloom. You have the laugh of babbling brooks, of fireworks bursting, exploding in points of smoke and coloured flame; a laugh fuller of life than any to reach my ears. I listen to it as the reel of memories cycles and I have nothing better to do but be reminded of all the things that render you palatable, remarkable, incredible. |