from the tops of trees
down to my wobbly round knees.
allergies, i sneeze.
Archives for April 2018
human solution
the curled black tail
a switch for human control.
and abide you must.
tear then tears
in the pulpy sky
the clouds lie heavy with child.
tears for what’s to come.
meter made
air is dry liquid
we swim through to horizons.
to time’s harsh meter.
blood letting
the razor sharp moon.
satan’s ghostly white sickle.
bleeding my night dry.
mind the rind
soft and hollow night.
i scoop out the better bits.
leave the rind behind.