Badland thumps 
through my brain
born of rain 

screamers elect 
to disappear 
into the fear  
into the flame. 

A finger runs down  
the saw of fire
as slices up  
my anterior brain. 

Blight goddess arises 
sweet wan host  
a rhythm method 
for burning toasty.

Float up, 
float up --
makes the dashes glow

all that love
just surplus coney
roiled and riled 
coyote lonely.

Violets dig in
at bitter shoots 
violent spasms
flatter and loot 

stop I scream
its making me dream --

Stand up  
stand up

don't be a liar
don't be desire
don't be anything

be still as nil
that's a skill.

Love stirs the hive
from the nil
or hell breaks loose
where flowers kill.

Deaden the anger
to a twilit glow
and tip toe across
the magic to a sloom 

count to ten
and let the bloody 
exhume.

 

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