down the slope of a rope till no hope

if the joke begins to choke every word you spoke to your ghost

like the nest in your chest explodes the rhyme born to scorn in the hearts of the adorn

smears of pitch dogs of gloom spears of doom burning all the the time

the ghosts of vanilla

the ghost overwhelming memories. the x rays the pounding of MRI Scans like a hive of magnetized cacophony.

no pain worse than a needle in wrist digging deeper

vitals monitored fluctuations losing all motor skills

the constant emergency calls unanswered

and Ice that flowed like wine that rolled tumbling dice

avalanches down hillsides of arctic tundra

gild till kiss for with the pan to soft to blows done with fold. sold to the old

turn to frond turned to utter like butter

turned in the sun

turned to stone a story that folds

a story untold a story so old

vin,,,, mend chin gin bend fend dend... (huh?)

strain soak dripping car rusted rotten metallic apple

you could taste the poison if you like chrome if you like rust

shake the rust off your hands make the new sound

break the wings make the bird fly another way