Tater Trot

Sweetpea’s drip down my eyes as Hypnos bats my cheeks Carefully batting my eyes to to keep them a flutter My consciousness now Living in a garden of poppy’s and leeks

Grit my skin down to paper and my sinews to twine My back eroding to wear just what you needed right then To only be what’s wanted by the lustful haughty wishes of men Even with my open back I’m the bottom of the donation bin asking when it’ll be over but I know it’s…

I simmer my lashes away while I sleep in a lair of poppyseed Venoms wrapped around my neck Now only I’ll aspirations of gasping on the barbed vine I’ll grow With the ghost of floral scent Just to be woken up by another groggy balefully stale day To lack a collar or lead Blink days…

Violin chords shaking the brass of the mountains and granite A start to rumble into a barren hungered sandpit A winters stone fall to rend upon the grounds racket Facets of stone to fall on the withered mallet Crushing the lands to silk Beneath their hatchet Love not giving any peace in handwrit Just to…

Stretching the picture frame to fit it all As roses dance on the wallpaper sky above An endless pit to fall in lined with maple spades Hiding lice that bite at my brow and tear at my lips Warping As the frame starts to chip and fall My pale eyes well up with tea bags…

Sundering a bow in wind Broken obsolete Let zephyr repair your soul

You plummet to let the buttercupian lies enwrap your weakened soul The messy flip side can grant your idealistic wishes of a buttercream life Just trust in the cause so you can lie in Eris’s wings to become an entertainer Her gold rays to shine over you and coat you like a candy apple with…

Ghastly streets below with aches of fog blurring the state between real and fiction Only able to see the blueberry bushes as tall as hedges like a medieval guillotine Slowly life sours in the streets though not even a sign of a body just foggy emptiness Disappearing cars as if no one was there to…

May I see you on the veranda laying between the ocher shelves. And you say your always alright your petals swaying limply now Resting finally as you grope the edge not knowing whether to fall off. I wish for you I truly do but we both know that’s not gonna get us anywhere. Giving up…