Web of Platinum

My eyes are platinum, an abyss
They reflect the midday sky, a blue relic
I blink back molten metal tears

These garments are loose bleeding petals
They hang like rolls of skin, peeling and shedding
Billowing and sagging a Gothic shape

Black and bright this sight of mine
Shimmering like veils of flaming satin
A glazed, mirrory gleam of invisibility

What of these nerve coils?
This case of absolute lambaste
I haven't a qualm of the raven's hallmark

I alight, steadfast and amiable
Blinking my eyes of evanescing quarters
Upon the ghastly faltering rip tide of Atlantis

A trick, a favorable fancy, a visionary swarming with ivory
It knocked me faint with copious screams
A miracle!  It would have killed me!

What sort of jungle gutter has exploded over there?
Unstrung jellyfish kissed by acetylene
Fossils of shame, their death was delicate

I am too pure for this me-lieu
The last Victorian league
A grandiose comet trailing innards of ancient origins

Berries rot under the summer's tombstone
Buried under scant reeds, skinny and dusty
Our folk are braced for eelish lichens

Perfectly violent, shopworn and blemished
Til the pique of all furor does daunt and amaze
The gift of something beautiful, luxurious and annihilating

Where is my well-wisher, the paragon saint?
I've been hoodwinked by the moon-eyes sleuth!
Your death, oh gracious! I'll see it burnt and blood-splattered

I'll remember the Albatross of Atlantis
Home of the Arcadian Devil, tongueless and flimsy
A world of blue vol-ted days in a nostalgic geranium universe.