Arbor eat EM
As Phaeton turns off track
Boa’s squeeze
To heart in chest
When wheels spite trunked legs
Foliage falls
Cradled by air
Displeasure of countenance
Carried profusely in chained fury’s protraction
Whence the Jacobean walls erode in crumbled fear
In trance you sit,
With eyes affixed
Upon a frog exiting a foxhole free
In so doing-
Your thoughts foster new opinion
No longer relocating tangential
The haunted shawl does not flutter
In the gusty hallows of soured vanes
A scene vilified in your mental tales
Replaying Calypso’s failed attempt
No longer do you smell the burning tar
Repaved are your drives
And you’re now free to dream
So
Babel on
Cut short the curtsy
Scissor kick gently
The trim of frowns
You’ve be known to wear
