obsidian flaked
insecurities
interwoven
through the soulheather
like thistle thorns
on the stem of
tomorrow

and the chimes
sing
in the breeze

heavy heart
laden
with prudent heresies
gold flecked irises
unblinking
an owl in flight
soft silence
on the wing of
night

tremulous tumor
inconsistently
consistent
in depth of
unholy need

the fangs of
the rattlesnake
rest
upon the aorta
coiled tightly around
the warm stones of
love’s regret

still the chimes
sing
of coming storms