ice

melts

with rivers bleeding,

blooming into springs alarm

shaking me

from my hibernation slumber.

cocoons

             crack

ripping the silk woven caskets,

opening baskets for spread

wing’d departures.

moss runways launch test pilot

butterflies into the cool crisp sky

for flutter’d first flights.

 

 

ice

runs

through me

unwilling to yield to climbing mercury,

those frozen tar parts

sink deep and dark

anchoring the demons with unrelenting

clenched claws

holding fast with cement intent.

in the dirty ditches

with pitch’d tents

those permanent residents

dance a voodoo two step

hardening the ground

closing escape routes of the graves

toasting the live burials

of my enslaved smile.

 

frostbite blackens my insides

killing the remaining

surviving resistance

and casting a net of year-round

polar winter solstice

over my desolate spirit.

the springs of hell burst

my blood vessels

gushing waterfalls

mirroring my pit falls.

 

blue skies laid to waste

evergreen darkness

coats this place

lingering

burning

from plagued palette pages

to palates of an acquired

morbid taste.