When hole
in chest turns green

wind grows 
breathless 

that reeling feeling
that burns & woos
then panic ensues.

Impassioned leanings
weighted & percussive

held captive by moods
lugubrious & eruptive!

Swinging high 
on the hive
saints alive 

freedoms' devious
skip to the loop.

Luminous bedbugs
traffickers, snoops.

Beauty’s buck fever,
rangy rogue economy

my oilers' toilers
my martyrs' barterers

liberators, 
ink you baiters -

Shadow and adorn
stake my way,
indulge the swarm.