L O V E ‘S W A R M A C H I N E

L O V E S W A R M A C H I N E

Unstable eyes stand stubborn:
skinFlesh kid won’t mourn
agan wearing sackcloth.

Hard-hearted Emerald hearts
of grandiloquent minds weep
some scorned — such poverty.

Flower face forgot – me/not
between stones paving
gavel grave ground/unpicked
hearts; pare boned.

I created the greatest monster
called language: damned the howling shroud
across the moor raving/upon a leash we wept
knowing which souls go into bare rooms:
the blank untenanted air.

yeah.

and darknest never left. Not a sound.

:: 02.28.2022 ::