Dry Blood

Jagged leaf edges Crisping with Heat of frictious Ultraviolence As stabbed by Serrated Switchblades of sun And shade They burn And ebb away Puddles in gutters By wind to blow Of dusk And shadow Wine drenched bark And branches hark To coming dawn Near dark As wine turns whiter And cresting light further Set uponContinue reading “Dry Blood”

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Central

Central Out on plains A wasteland Of painted dirt Of dirt roads Of pathways of dust And mountainous Track through the Teeth of cascadia A blackgull’s call Echoes from the top Of the hill’s peak When you peek over The edge To see A new landscape A different horizon Of paint Of dust Of aContinue reading “Central”

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