Cinder blocks elevate in an obsolete breeze
powder puffs of pink videotape the masses.

Lemon-lime apples tart & sweet,
my fever rages on, hot with need.

Tides permeate the lower grasslands,
neon spectacles of fright

and immense longing,
reeled in one antelope at a time.

hearts quaver
in somber wake
of laggard lapses,
a crystal clarity


all faith denied


minds slow and sedate
in earnest repose
free of unseemly query


bodies recoil,
horror vivid
and unyielding,
incautious and unwise



sparing none