Threat-Landscape

today is friday 2:48pm

i am filled with apples and cream and buttery crumbs 

i am once again looking at g-d’s reprinted scenery 

with the unidentifiable white bird soaring above 

the filth and decay corrupting the heartwood 

the balance of the world is tilted to the left and then to the right 

please give us your best smile while whiplicked with lashes

hush! these seats are for the invisible

smile now

my future is sick, labelled green and biodegradable 

plastered on top of a stinking irreversible rot 

memories i didn't even know i had 

my unborn and undead daughter’s future fogs up the mirror

my escapelle-d son waiting at the water tower 

the teeth of their combs cuts a mourning greying wound

their mouths no longer chew, speak or scream

their dreams and aspirations are dated with wintery expiration

the milky gossamer shine towards all things that lacked shadow

it write messages that are hard to decipher

n           ne t h       UL  D h a     n    w a   de      A

  o  f       is w O   p p e   i      F i      s           D.

nobody lives
                    there anymore
nobody goes