isolated, aimless, layed near alien smilers
normal amends made noises sold
my roadless toenails tread dream salt
antlers leary, lids onsite
anytime lends old rails to lone stares
anymore loads stale tendrils on disaster tides
i mislearn elation as sated moans
i misread sanity as a modest tramline
a sermon in entrails and snarled talons
mistold in idle, silent yodels
Pingback: Poet Bloggers Revival Digest: Week 11 – Via Negativa