Ardors addle
clutch and lark.

Crush of horrors
silver and dark.

Slows down, slows down
for every sound.

Bucks in the wind,
bears it down.

Bunts wild
from any edge.

Feeds the birds
and carries the dead.

Climbing up 
inside my head.

Crushes flowers 
poison, perfume. 

Drops on house
and gooses my broom.

Wakes up Mary
and her petting sheep.

Airing contrary
lagging knee deep.

Rigors work (and irk)
the ground.

Delusions 
play for keeps.