Glass spider,
upon the tongue,
webs of lies
between serrated teeth.

Glass spider,
reflecting truth,
attempted honesty
in a lacerated mouth.

****** glass spider,
feeding on deceit.
Cracking glass spider,
can't hold it all in.

Hand of cinder
to caress the skin
of wanting trees,
incinerate the dreams
cauterize the memory.

Hand of smoke
to peel the flesh,
charred black, passionless,
expose the *****
lambent emotion,
the coals of desire.

Burn the roots,
the budding fruits;
left alone in the skin of trees
forgetting,
where the ashes came from.

In the sky, I breathe
evaporation of memory,
the fading patterns grey
distorting visions towards the future

Cast me as a stone
into cataclysms of
dolorous clouds,
where the corpse of the moon
eclipses sun; my sleeping heart

I disperse into the distance of space
lifeless serenity,
where my skin disintegrates
and sets the soul free ...
into desolation

I, sink -
cast as a stone -
forgotten in the depths.

Inhale the smoke,
sweet and white,
these dreams faded and pale
in the morning sun.
Clean and gentle breath
tastes of oak,
rough delight,
whispered in detail
those soft lips undone.

Exhale the smoke,
black and acrid,
my decomposed lungs
releasing pressure.
Heavy with salt and
thick like yolk,
opened my mouth and slid
these bitter words off dry tongues,
held in cracked clay to measure.