breaks upon the bough






how often

is

seeped

with

blood,

that

repetition

sings

misfortune




and the cold skies grow farther




kingdoms

of

jagged

throat

stiffness

for the

claws of

thirst

to scour




what would

secure

it’s tongue,

it’s root, is

flimsy as

a

ghosted

grasp

now




thin

ill

horizons

bleached

beds of

history,

too many

extinctions

to exhibit




museums

of air of

withered

foliage,

wasted

clocks

litter

unwatched

time




scathed

with and

dwindled,

adolescence

murdered at

childhood,

cots burning

in acid, dreams

never ethered




or taken to

soar,

reason

obliterated

and

insanity

narrates a

torn book of

it’s own rants




that

moon drags

pity as it’s

lunacy

gazes,

despair

has razed

the swarm

to serve




plight is

dreamlessness

now,

no shell of

sleep’s

protective

opaque can

sentinel

against




obscene

towers of

mismanagement,

of evil pricks

subduing the

light, politics

the devil

masturbates

to




futureless

aftershocks,

we need to

chase back

our footsteps,

to redo the

shadow we

come from,

to revisit




the axis

compelled

upon is

broken,

dna is rotting

it’s ideas, rotting

around the cells

that fall like a

tin inspired autumn


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