emerald skein
clothed in a haze
resolute and brazen

treacle breadths
and spirit sheen

cast me forgotten
in plainclothes warrior
worn

i was first foremost and last
the ember shrouded
edging out the watermarked
curling celluloid
into smoke

taste the future on my wrists
hot bow breath down the
wastelands of her spine
writhing soft as the oracles
pallet of tinge
wrapped in cascades
entropy wins

and the little values
of vertigo
spin

these ache of icons
and teary eyed mothers
lost in sunshine bolts
fashioned on waisting
hips

our stop bathe pathos
mixed in nitric revolutions
the glistening baptismal
cleansing
wash the sin

forget with the potent
fire of gin
and collars anchored
to a traipse
shorn in long wild
braided winds

the bottle overturned
and dousing the room
heady with scent
thick curtains
and warmth
receeding

as an elevator
warily descends