tan dry edged crumble and crack green dying hot. no movement
no dance
rebellion
trees no sway
and flame
in fan's breath
underground
a woman with young wrinkles

grows roots
walls expend endless
borders unto wayward reaching

kind bind
red vampire
heart like girdled roots
warn off good feeling
wear on weary
use pinky finger to
force a smile. not
a not nice day,
no smile anyway

i stave off the still
alive sensation
speedy straight for a
soap wall
eat soap moth
er
fuck
er wash out