rising from asphalt in magical mist that transforms the day into a test of endurance
even dusk offers no solace in frozen watermelon bliss
ii.
smoke permeates fabric hair and every surface with peace and grit wafting over the crispy edges of predawn
begging sleep to the most stubborn insomniac
rotisserie style dreams till morning
iii.
there's less death today waiting in line in candy store nightmares begging silence from the jubilant
but the sky turned up a dream state
in that beguiling beauty is brilliance
iv.
in shadows the earth falls silent
rustling through tall tales the moon births
images in hidden corners
evening strolls turn adventures
and every day burns quick to be reborn slowly
v.
the weight of hell in short tempered bites **** will with a proficiency unseen outside a viper's silent hunt
ready for war with fists losing responsibility
breaking triple digit pressure
vi.
Incessant banging through walls built faster than I am strong enough to demolish, cradling lace so it won't rip on my forked tongue. There is only so much care left to handle perception just trying to breathe through a smile.