earth

mid-morning laughter.
followed by trembling slaughter.
there’s blood on the souls.

dancing white mushrooms.
falling from big white fungi.
you don’t taste so good.

rip the bandaid off.
break facade enter the light.
good night and good luck.

dancing cold white glass.
through the pane the world goes white.
my eyes are scratched red.

patterns of colour
dotting the green checkered grass.
lofty game of gold.

cold biting winter.
ice and sun both wet and cold.
deafening my thoughts.