Ragged grey of the sunrise peak's
fertile edges.

Ash tapped porches bobbing
on the cemetery tide.

Yellow ruts in the blue ditch
where berries fall.

Shadow of Frida flirting
across my crotch.

Red brick wallpaper
peeling from an eggshell slab.

Lamps conjoined by slime
lining the mythic hillside.

Rolling laughter from the thunder of God
caught up in my sternum.