SENDER APPS

Appointments are kept arraigned and infolded; shored up against the wet weather insurance.

Spinning home south

facing globes of dancing light that are all so

ah………., grisly yet tight as air.

The supine watcher clenches a fist at the deregulated dance. 

Sloop down below where

ground by distraction &

marked; the seal is broken.

Contemporary phantoms drill further than the skull allows. 

The gallows is set

shrink-wrapped good to go

when whoosh under the stars we fell headlong

into it.

What savage proposition takes place today?

Pies are pork or mince.

Desolate warm and empty across mizzled panes that

squint at grossly welcoming ale jazz.

Hibernation ritual emergence under leaf fall garden tumbler.

What’s left? 

Deep and nutty jousting jelly

fine pies with eyes all sparkly

spot the entangled sediment 

across a dark brown trick

lurching forward guest to ghost 

before it begins; ready for

THE EVENT.