memory

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