blood and bone inside heart of stone, vivid pool of illusions splashed, functional half-dead but say more alive with the vibrance of...

willows weeping with my eyes feeding their sap, I run, run away deeper where sulphur shower in the spring soaks my whims, autumn building...

I keep my scalpel sterile To dethrone the droning, invisible crows That peck peck peck my head. I pepper kisses on their black beaks When...