a Black Flight of
swollen tonsil
busy convincin’
the demon to leave
the throat
failing of the
Black Halo
corrupt

the world of hot neon lines
pickin’ up
Discardin’ the ones I don’t
need
weaving a poem with Black Hands
a nest
someone has opened The Black Sail
and spilled the dye
The sky a closed mouth
Black Damp

lungs heavy to hang
found sorrow in short hand
some sad Morse code
bury the Black Book and the Black Box
place all my words
down with me in the final Black Room

an itch that’s made
it’s home so deep
a fungal sternum cut and a
cough, a metronome
shrinking from the SHOUT of the Black Sail
started on the rim of madness
Open
Like third kingdom’s gills
sail Flight and Halo
All Black as shadow laid
To defeat
Two days at White Sea
Let my words
Let ‘em shine