Ardors addle
clutch and lark
crush of horrors
silver and dark.

Slows down 
down down
for every sound
bucks in the wind,
bears it around.

Bunts wild
from any edge.
Feeds the birds
and carries the dead.
Climbing up 
inside my head.

Crushes flowers 
poison, 
perfume. 
Drops on the house
and steals my broom.

Wakes up Mary
petting sheep
airy contrary
shits neck deep.

Rigors work 
the ground around 
and around...
Delusions merely
play for keeps.