Sun Never Learns

Its leaving me

again,

this Wounded Old Sun

to die in his copper guilded Fury -

Bled-out and failed-wide

 against

smeared canvas 

dried in streaks of Crimson

                      deep embered Orange

trumpet fashes of Gold -

And all of this raging like a

 Lunatics Brush

on the western wall of the world

You -

OldBoneWarmer

            your belly full-up with AztecHeart

You sank with the weight of

 your own brilliance

 Didn’t you?

Old fool 

Pierced through the heart with

mountain tips

to drown

again

in this damp solemn Earth.

Even now

       look at you -

Just a dull brass curl of yourself

sinking furiously behind the far edge of No-Where

With MoonSister snickering quietly 

behind her grainy blue veil -

And still

Like some defiant child

you cast the last of your 

impotent fire

at the metal bellies 

of these dumb lumbering clouds

Id almost 

feel sorry for you

if you didn’t pull this shit

every single day of your Life