Saturn, With A Waning Moon

[Philatone]

Ey Aish!
These were just my thoughts

Black majik filaments, --been said on another one of your poems, but I do like this form of the word
sticky with entropy
tie me down, like four-point restraints; ---this simile was a little more direct than I would have liked.

I am a husk in syndication,
reruns of dyspeptic cannibalism
and soullessly cultivated afternoons.

A cock crows abruptly, the vessel --great words used together

breaks

freeing my moon.
Eager hands gather stars to be thrown
at a basalt sky --like its use as an adjective here

and the sun bursts into atomic candy; --this word drew me away from the tone a bit--it felt too light-hearted for me in this piece
I am ardency incarnate,
the cheshire cat with a thousand truncated canaries.

this poem throws a lot of good words together. It is somewhat cryptic, so i'm not sure i got everything. are the canaries for rings? I got a little lost on the part with the crow, i admit. regardless, i do like the images. sorry i can't be more helpful.