i've been silently working on a new project... hopefully out october the 1st

carrion flower smells of rotting flesh to attract the flies and beetles to come and pollinate 

 

 

 

  I am afraid of the horses in the red barn down the road

 and I am afraid to be outside before dawn

 

I am afraid of the men who wear blue and stomp on the ground

just to make a statement, that's all 

 

I am afraid of my neighbor on Sundays

    for they swallow the day before it’s even begun

 

 

I feel a strange kind of feeling

   my lungs become numb

I am overcome by

        Sunday Sadness and

Summer Weather

        for my legs have given up

and my heart sinks

 

 

 

farther and farther

 

 

abandon the feelings

  spring births

for the lavender hasn’t

bloomed and the tea

   is not ready

stand high on a pedestal

     eat the words your

peasant speaks for

Death is in the air

       Oh what a delight, Oh what a delight

 

like four singing crows

     lined one by one

grasping for clouds

while the sun screams

as you walk by with

your knife in hand

    the sky begins to rain

    rain colder than the

Dead Sea

As each night begins

the crows sing again