zafusy

Concerning the marriage of skull
To street the fever of being turned
And how it brought tires
To improve my frequency

I rode up a widow to watch the hill die
And burned the wave from her palms
The land tore yellow and sprouted
Crown with tectonic goodbyes

A grass contortion built of image
Bright enough to hide in
I burned out her wave
She formed a litter to take its place

Cut the dazzling tubercular mistake
From their clothes and squinting back
Coughed nobody already loved you
I sent them on a cow toward the sun

She crossed daylight with bandages
She hid a haystack behind the sky
She filled the barn with clouds
Until my wallet rained

I put her to sleep
With a borrowed hymnal
I followed her time
With the all the ownership I had

And the grass looked happy
Red in a wrong shade of noon
And the weather was on morphine
My eyes became the only water left

Sean Kilpatrick