Inclines on the sum

of parched and slashed land,

the knife with lipstick imprints

turned inward for

an invisible stream

thatched through unstable time.

Masks for a fertile compost

the host of entropy's dancing

avatars, yours and mine

so aware in glances

across the glint of this

simulated wine, the movements

of gravestone movies

cracked edicts flashing from

glass revolving doors

the busy veins

of empty pages

blank tongues on a shelf

the breeze flippant

only in a dying mind

amp's odor of rage

a plugged cord for stages.