when the quiet is the whisper
gingerly wring the neck of ravens, to sleep deeper.
split the infinity.
give heartache a farthing of your coin, realm-less
spinning in the dithers of your lingering agenda
loom oodles of shear joy, dis-attached from farms of promise
a reckless keening in the dreary gloom
of a perfect day.
and caramel apple car-bombs for Halloween.