feel the burn of love blow the plans two fisted batterings fish-fried hot pans

the clouds mourn the darkness

In wind and whispering dark, they settle, they come cauterized relations warehoused growing old

Believe what you want no matter the villains they come in your dreams and dance on your

I lick my lips and suck down the amber lust and spice of the brown-sugared-warming juices and the choices to live

There is no barn-raising today— on this flat land, littered with beer cans and dry grass

it’s the old ways in which you manipulate that give me pause and contemplation to gather up my things and flee the scene by not hanging on your every word it frees the caged bird who clings like vipers to your broken wings sucking the blue pigment from your pin feathers an obscene loss of…

she smiles deliciously satiated by the heat and burn, of your hate

i sat in wait i regained my strength i came to the place i blew up

i left to find myself wandering the fields walking the streams wailing at night

Inside the mind comes sanity if only for now words come in bitefuls less flattering—

maybe it’s for best we don’t talk— for the glass fragile coating of memory would crack and shatter

A snake writhing in the grass jays pecking at your thoughts begging for another chance, lost to an evil