he hammered down
on the nails deep
to the throw of a sqeak
thru woodens pine
blunts
a stain manic on the turn
of the machines steel and sweat
heathens a blow
to the mark of an eyes sap
weeping at the shredded corners
of a timbre some shroud
times counting
times coming
crows a shadow to his memory
thumbing its putty to the waters milk
fed to the velvet silk of her red rise
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 11:46 AM UTC
he hammered down
on the nails deep
to the throw of a sqeak
thru woodens pine
blunts
a stain manic on the turn
of the machines steel and sweat
heathens a blow
to the mark of an eyes sap
weeping at the shredded corners
of a timbre some shroud
times counting
times coming
crows a shadow to his memory
thumbing its putty to the waters milk
fed to the velvet silk of her red rise
