Chanter - (poetry monthly)

tripping all

about the blackened lake the manic

trees and spears 

of grass with frossy heads 

you send me 

every morning walking 

beasts with smiling teeth and me 

dug deep in silted beds rescued

by a wild redeath 

while you you slap my frozen hand 



and drag my still unwilling spirit 

from a mote of famished maggots to the bridge 

a palm against my folding shoulder's

child I trust in

mirrored skies while with a smoked out

voice a-choke I sob and plead

I only have a ceiling and the sharp reminders

of the changeless view you send

me darkened days of creeping through the deep

unseeing trees the spears 

of grass that stab the frossy heads 

the beasts with dripping teeth and me 



dug deep in silted beds a persevering hand 

back at the edge of sanity's

cold steely eyes a visor on the mirror skies 

that shimmer high below my closing ceiling 

flashbacks of the lake inspire deep

desired sightlessness of trees spears aloft 

the angry grass still dances

tossed white frossy heads

tripping all

about the blooded lake where Kitty lies

her mouth an O and clouded eyes 

open wide forever 

chanting