Like a
crooked
tooth
she played
on his
mind
just
enough
to keep
him
from
smiling...

Trees curl their toes
holding tight
the shifting fields
of yellow grain,
thin air roars
like an avalanche  
through the branches
and a family of rooks
tilt forward like
skiers on the piste...

Each time
he opened up
she took a part of him
and kept it for a bullet

each time
he opened up
he waited ...
...expectantly

and was disappointed

but in the end
because it was the end
she opened up too

with every bullet
she'd saved

until his screams
burned remorse
in to her eyes..

A heart beats thinly
under the winter's cold skin
it's sunken pulse fades..

Heavy with time he
turns the stones of memory
as he pans for gold..

Scaffolders grimly
work in Whitehall raising up
hopes of a hanging..

Stark staring planet
captained by fools
carrying a cargo
of hatred;

watched in the dark by
an audience of jewels
embarrassed they once
were related.