the moon can but watch
these winds raw my sky
shadow-drunk and frantic
my bitter skin screams
language is a diamond
crushed to rust
like milk
shot through with summerless blood
whispering is wax music
Tag: monday
less an oracle (20160726)
growl, air
those secrets bleed blue
broken, concrete, ghost embraces–
they haunt this prisoner
caramel-eyed liquid angels
fire is breath is magic
windows are voices are eating
Words and Feathers 