a red flag to warn you life is short and caution needs the wind.

our biggest lies are kept out out of sight.

particulate, neighbours, insulated from knowing the tides that will take us.

the skin scares away from the body, blistering from the heathland still burning.

oh the irony of the rage wasted in your acid battery. as pantomimes of power grin at their slaughter.

bring me news only of the roots and the worms.

delusions, attachment wounds and epic grandiosity.

behind your fingers i shade the parts that would fly loose.

little speck adrift, thin film beneath, shadows above, you carry the mother ship.

winter lays over in the hollow stem. green frisks without looking over its shoulder.

walk with your automaton, gaze past their defences to the sky.

everything that isn't ingresses, stretching your attempt at stability.

larger than life, the rant blue rimes the day.

disgust, as chewed as the turnip shell; a body left behind.

was our stake in the ground ever friendly?

the arm sweeps in circular gesture, following the rim of the all that is.

envision the jewel, blind to the corpses.

untended, passed over yet returning, my mind finds it shape, like the amorphous jigsaw piece of sky that suddenly resolves the whole.

who takes the garter thrown to the wind, what is promised to the wood and the wire.

rock your hips, sway to the contractions, let breath moan in beats, inch forward through the mud.