Fossilized Grape

Like radiation of lungs
Fire is cast in glass
Trumpeted from a red-hot gun
In form that’s shy of darkness
Bunches of glass grapes of home
Beaming colorful masses


Shaped like the planet of a legend sun
Rolled circle through burnt iron harness
Ancient, these are fragile stones
Babylon’s purple amber
Drops of lavender hail
Fuchsia sand of Loch Ness

The cracks they have grown
Blessed in beauty by a candle
A wrinkle soft, light and fertile
No scratch is under dressed
Their prism is a bloom
A womb of cracked patches


Tarnished alien larva fruit
Gracing their bed with jewels
From the dark side of the moon
Resting on their mirror matches
Upside down in dirty chain-link roots
In a burnt shade of grime


Stillness hide’s the statue’s starving
An iron scale they hide
In a balanced dance of marvel
Shining pink in ballerina lace
Their sweetness sways a glide
Hovering measurement like gravel


Lost the old wood boards creak of pride
But imbued with a pearl of grace
Dropped at such a hurried pace
They'll crack like a gavel
Then squeak a gentle sigh
And jingle senseless on the rim


The grin will dwindle from the face
Chained with torment stride
A stutter in the battle cry
Chipping when they crack their kin
Losing spin like a whisper in the wind
The purple dino-roar has died


Smothered in a shine of grease
The immortal beauty has beauty dimmed
No tree sways in wind when made of metal
A lavender-less lease for a lie
Sinning never to have a raisin’s peace
Or wither in the wild
Or find the shade of an Iris pedal


To lie in bins and never die
Beguiled by the eye of the fate beast
Who ceased feast for a smile
To hear the kettle cry of a child
And match the drapes with a thirst for wine
From grapes of style that taste the least
That bubbled from the fire.