Calcium travelers traverse the day – 24 mountains. A curse.
Sleep strangles my brain. Orange flavored flesh – drained for pulp. Impudent memories invade the scene. This isn’t a love poem. This isn’t a sonnet. It’s a soft prayer.
Beggar women’s vomit. Malevolent signs point me to your taciturn ways. I think this is punishment -- A purgatory maze. I was the law. You were the judge. I was the dreamer. You wouldn’t budge. So here lies medusa. A snake headed wretch.
A dog without bones -- Nothing to fetch. Cut down my spine with a white tapered zipper. Unravel the ribs – Dear, Magician – Dear, Soul Flipper. Twin disappointment will flood; oil in a gasket. “What’s here, but an empty basket?”