Vulgar Observations

Quilted armor grow to an inchworm's fantasy
Implementing barriers to protect from such sadistic rites of passage
As dies the informal recognition created by the now and then

Actions of this course, rituals of burial and savage villainy, sate only the most neglected of society and is nothing short of an indigestible thought to those schooled in even the most  minuscule of social graces

Yet, there are those amongst us those who look like carbonized versions of our own persons, that walk the same earth, only with a concealed, most demented agenda

Ghost Orchard

Three days from here

A ghost orchard lives

A border of wrought iron,

As would be seen, ironically,

In a cemetery, conceals

The specters within,

From the ghouls outside

Beyond the fence

With eternity on their side,

Time is a non-concept, it

Just is

Without a purpose to pander toward,

Meandering is the common activity

Of an entire species unseen

Where lifeless living does abound

The reddest of apples tend to

Surround