Illicit Evocations Gouged ghostly on spring ice
the refracted noose light wound tightly
around the space between the soul
& the heart

probe
probe

two crippled fingers
knawed to the quick
bleeding cruelly

a tragic instrument silent in horror
robs the fractured grotesque vocation

scratching a glass dialogue on the mirror

sifting omens
pry open eternity
gingerly

the hostile rings round about the garden grow
daily . . . yearly

thresholds blooming incomplete

the cut flowers dry into unspoken remembrances
singing without water

browned grasses trampled dorment
exposed now to the air
refusing to breath
pleading for death