dusty room

pale moonlight shade boy
occupant of the hollow house whistle
ghosts up at twilight glimmer groves
a silver twist trail of star breath
filling up driveways,pails of pine
a pile of pain a throbbing heart
of discontent hostages at shadow
presences


grey grit shoveler, foot groveler
sobbing his broken stereo dreams
glimmer captivity blankets up
under wraps warped continuous
factory gristle death cover upper
tripping over his fatal flaws
one hour before hes dead
hes pissed on dust from bookshelves
music shuffler crying long rural roads

oh ,the raven stroked one in his hair
and crooked hawthorn gutting the hills
and shallow depths in his vicinity
who with such twisted limbs drinks from skulls
and sulks on a spit
please lord oh take this wretch and wrangle
his multiplicities and algebra brain
rounding out corners from charred earth
his cold chisel and burning passionate pitfall
that plunging depth struck up
locked within him 

please let him whom dusk befall
the creator god
will cease it all