asphodel.
black squirrel perches upon petrified bark,
cottonflowers blooming on its twigs.
watches shooting stars descend,
broken glass glitter in the ice sun.
twinkling night mirage, knees deep,
self-clipped feathers scatter.
wishes heave against ivory gates,
plastic pieces form the heart,
the polyester soul.
beyond the crown, ashen pallet-knife strokes,
and sugar dusted moss.
wisps of french vanilla warmth poison veins,
as i look on, unseeing, unfeeling.
rotten.
unable, not unwilling.
