I compose me
try to pull teeth and grey elements

Ash and grey elements appear during supper
Words and personalization become law
Become a creed

A fool bringing moss to market,
Shawl holds tight while eyes pierce concrete,
wide at home and closed while here,

In this home

A shack with spoons

This late hour steams from crowns of heads,
or crowns on heads,
when darkest,
only mist is seen in crowns on bedposts.

Black panther melodies scar institutes
Whiter power anthems are nothing to speak of

I bet it is on three laurels
A magic marker nodding off

It is a drinking whiskey game I win


But I think I'm going to Hell

Kiss me before I am in Hell


Finding many things burnt but not char

I can't find what that word means again

This song and title I can't put back together

Oh, I could call


If only,

Oh,

I knew it all

A neck to breathe down with the gauge I bring down

Could suddenly cut ourselves short

This vegetable garden could produce marrow

Not knowing it was a crime