Carried to Property

editing, put off for

a bit.. rushed again..

sunday morning.. this frenzy, my

chorus, preacher, multitinted window

sets.  wires crossed, tangled in scrupulous

scripture, get the scissors.

clouded in the hows, nows, forever

stress frowns.  what if I turn it upside

mound–  make them appear miserable, vocal

grief clowns, unhappy with their role, place,

present roleplay, burned till coal’s gray.

Mirror, down into one of them, copper tunnel mazez,

decorating foundation’s sternum.  hexagon lawn,

croquet with rolling blades.  see what book type’s made.