The hemispheres split apart like a ruptured balloon,
Miniature miracles and fog and Monday specials spilling out
Who tore my world open
for black widows, coupons, and dew?
I did not know the world was a water balloon
in the backyard of a playful, rogue child.
frigid submarines slice the sea,
slit peace open like a package
but there is nothing inside
but a long wait for the tide to come in
Beneath sinister stars
I am attacked by sunset
stealing my hope at gunpoint.
God I am terrified of the back of my eyelids
Cold shaped eyes stare
from the bottom of the well.
A ladder leans against a frightened wall.
Baffled, the chair still waits for a piece of ass.
See the mobs bare brained fury.
The calligraphy of torch light against suspicious dark?
Ermine sentences burrow in the dark
in the field where no one listens.
I will dig them up,
roll them in my palms,
use and abuse them.