Album: The Moon Sang On The April Chair / Red Deep Dirges Of A November Moon (1995)

Colouring Nocturnal Lemons


Flakes of lights
flakes of voices
wherever pirouetted
like a primigenial chaos
like a futurist site
gushing rainbows
gushing darkness

evaporated we...
ethereal we...
in the glass dome
flakes of light

while clementines and lemons
rest
in the sharp teeth
of fire-clay fishes