there is a cyst
on the ganglia
of dreamspit’s
wasted youth

dally forth
on nightterror
dally forth

as the womb
of soft goodbye
dematerializes
into heartdust

dally forth
on straightrazor
dally forth

a bucket
of freshly plucked
painfruit
precariously sways

onward deathsteed
dally forth
onward, on to dusk

where ravens sing for pittance