explosive dark plush
a crust consistent in inconsistency
blocks and believes the light.
6 million veins across the stain of 10 o’clock
and old stale bricks chant next to
poor white panels:
somber pores of home memories.
We leave tonight.
Please look. We want plenty:
East toward evening then
increase and develop at night,
Heavy lake, blowing into morning.
Shift toward evening and hold in the Northeast winds.