$$$Expensive Magic$$$

I stumble down        around torn peaks “Fit the right suit to trick them all.” the questions fall around allure. Poems floated from the hearth sparks out the mouth. I am wound up, bored we are only strangers on our way the hotel                turned slender to mind now written out (sloppy) to music dark brown wood gold mirrors (tight) The drinking songs from upper stories drag us to sleep                 a bend in the basement wall unexplained scorched. pulling on clean clothes I let myself out walk up underground to a far off hill smoke on top “The orchestra of the immense magnified inner life is now prodigious.” the strings sound down make the surface of a mirror & hang the head my forbidden past Rose & Silk the wine is young The brooks still hum with melted snow