unhinged 2

my babes are dying, wanna watch?
you can’t hurt us any more;

mine’d enough, slow poison weights
each sigh – gonna look yet?

take your slick hands off my thigh
while that godforsaken wallet

ticks and counts desire as meaning
less, the interest paid reluctantly;

i’m choking, fool, touch us there
while the ocean fills with bones

in-difference

alternative title : mary’s earth

talking to the wind started it:
the fall and risk of rib on
mountains bleeding holy hell
while numbers screamed
irrational but unavoidable delay

magpies gather on the sunstone
chatter into sameness
compare smoke ‘n’ mirrors’
masquerade, perfectly united