poetry

This room is pitch black

Metamorphosis sands from the resurrection chamber: Luminiferous

This whores song is taxing

Kitchen tables overturned inside a mind

Plaid December says cat to cardinal

Death of a buttercup in 6 hours

Bending of metal, rotting of wood at the crest of Dixie

Betrothal of paper ceiling hearts (as decorations to appease)

Exhibition of a fractured drive thru college town apparition

Ponderance

Ideas of Marie salts the wound and hangs me on a meat hook in the shed out to cure

When she spurts her brine but your the shadow of a dream in their works hallway stairwell corridor on a Saturday evening

Kicking holes in virtual drywall

Incineration of one’s skies: Word in a sentence in my mind that was never really there

Hearts as falling regimes