the heart

Fiasco

the green switch

scenery of the abyss

yea, and we are enchanted

Squalor

but I've been living here for quite some time 

with soot between my toes from whence I dance on flames

and crush coals to squeeze out black oily nuggets

with which I kneel in the dust and carve your feature

in black

and I'm here amongst the dried reeds

a bed of moss and leaves

surrounding a pit and ceiling that opens up to the air

my only possessions are many whites sheets of paper

and over and over I smudge your hallmark  onto their coats

covering them whole with the ides of yours

in a matchbox, thatched box, in the middle of the ruin

where I spend myself

scratching the world around with pictures of your teeth

your eyes, ears, and cheek bones

and I don't eat

and I rarely sleep

and I feed my fires with your face

s. sparling

four on the floor

from my heart and soul