A raid
of birds
cannibalizes blue poppies,
dancing on fountain waters,
like a hailstorm on a pond.
Brain roots
diving fierce
overgrow the earth’s core—
sparkling cool synapses—
colonies of earth worms.
Laughing winds
flow green
through chatter city-forests
bouncing in bone-brick homes:
pillow memories afloat.
Black cloth
layered fresh
with grey-erasers rain,
drumming a quiet tone—
like an audience of clapping infants.
Crown saints
urinate
diamond prophecies—
dance on wood-decks in flames
of their quiet demise.