variant of obsolete
Sulking legs on the high and low of pangs restless in their own way of dismembered limbs coming from an unknown source of energy creating that annoying barrier of drifting mind and linking foot. Ground of pavement moving beneath wandering feet that ache with the breaking of small bones in cubical homes of tissue and painting of flesh scarlet from heat.
I find myself moving, without cause or purpose through eucalyptus trees and fennel leaves of the whirlpool cherry-blossom streets that surrender themselves too easily to giants in technical laughter machines. They grind themselves to where my world belongs, petals falling throughout the air and daylight only lingering. The stumbling lethargy of my shadow swells with the rust coloured branches hoping for spring, green inspiration.
Clouds dissolve into the rain of vancouver city grey gutters washing dust from cars, sweat from skin, raising the smell of dirt and metallic twang to shivering faces buried beneath the swelling layers of almost-snow winter. Flocks of crows screeching in their city terror, heights beyond buildings and rainbows without warning by the still ocean beaches that confuse clay with sand - packed and dry-wet beneath my heavy feet while seaweed clings to the surface looking inept; worms arising from the massage of the pelting dance between grass and spindrift rain.
A silky blur of skulduggery water-blanket pulls itself through the gravel rivets to rest in an under-city sluice.
There is nothing but linking limbs and burdened feet,
blinking tears and wrenching movement from churning joints.
Frozen blood warms into crystal snow beneath my black skin as the wind torments the remaining skittering of white-bodied seagulls crying with more humility than I can find within these debilitated phalanges of mine.
The hazel cataract of the moon lowers its full blind stare.