Banshee decibels define the decimating means:
Locomotive grinding wheel, cone of writhen hate,
vicious biting vapors, Hell-
icopter blades.

Each bashing is a moment-ary
torque
of glass, disbanding shock,               Indigo
from icon wrenched

                           shrapnel              butterflies,

violet
Violently constr ue d, arch
From Archetype
divorced.

The sky is reeling odd tonight

I've read about those pristine days when rainbow shard was rare.
Lions still ate lily-pads, and rattlesnakes were raging fads
as playmates for the nursery.

Prisma-ash is pollen now,
coursing through our breath,
Twisted beauty permeates; I like eating meat.

The eyes of flies are pigment parks in geodesic dome,
black radiance with chandelier, stuffed in honeycomb.

Oil on the parking lot, mimics Northern lights:
Aurora flares in beaded rain on surfaces like night.

Death implied is banking, pivoting on air
a bloodied stink is calling to a colored thoroughfare.

Carrion and carry out, waiting in the wings
jackals laughing in the dawn, as the red bird sings

Gliding white as whisper, missiles weave the dark
pilot fish are dental floss for shearing shard of shark.

The cacti in the desert, wear a warring fringe
prickle pear with rain explode into a floral binge.

Snow flakes falling virgin white, in the tilted world.
Would we know that dance at all, if sin were not unfurled?

Now I share my paradox:

I believe in paradise, with us once and yet to come:
"World without End."
I believe in beauty too:
"Meadows from His garden here."

But these strange shattered-glories, fallen-splendors reign
carving raging channels, deep within my brain
of a convoluted beauty, Heaven would exclude.