the night doth wonder
like the devil doth wander
in fiery valleys.
Archives for February 2019
thaw’s hammer
ice not cold enough.
the tongue of frost licks colder.
numbness not unthawed.
blood like a river
a green leaf floating
upon a still blue river.
blood on the white bone.
horses howling
the wind a wizard
blowing in hard from the north.
riding ice horses.
blood and bruises
the sky turned dusty
churning up old memories.
blood and blue bruises.
all god’s children
on the black chiclets
my fingers dancing macabre.
playing god with men.