the seraphim
slide silver needles
to pierce
the eardrums of
sleeping sinners

each subtle vibration
from ossicles
suspended in
an equilibrium defying
river sending
slivers of pain

trying to draw out
the foul mouthed
demons roaming
through these
cavernous denials

either that
or a final summer
excursion through
sinus infected malaise
as the pollen hangs
in a shimmering fog
over the half melted
hellscape of home