Untended Hearts

I swallowed the words irking a deadly silence within. The shapeless, seamless, serpentine streets, of the illusory looking glass and blue bottle shardsmelting the edges into whiffs of mollusc mistiness as it drops bit by bit by bit into the pools of flame of the mantelpiece. The denial of their absence exists in the wisps…

Seasoned

Chemtrails of blurring vision,  As the last of the flashes collapse Into a heap of grief and gloom, It walks back leaving muddy footprints Through the screen door And into the unknown. Piercing into peaches Now dripping gossamer egos Tasting the tangy trails in the truth Of a white lie and an orange brute. Unbuckled,…