that lust was dry and consuming
like the wicked wind that stirred the
tins at night on the street
the Lamps cold light in the haze
An orange moon flattened like
the corpuscle slides
the slickness needed
sealed into the bottle beneath
the metal cap
Wallpapers lonely flowers shone
in the damp light seeping
down the wall with gusts
the ghost of a curtain dancing
uncertain

wicked wants
like treats sugared
and bitter breath
come fall
like camphor
linaments
tar soap

stars sharp edges
like wild rose hedges
caught clouds and tore
them up in the night
washed east with the
wind
washing over the
resting form
restless legs
restless mind
wandering hands
behind the glass
telling time
ticking seconds
finding hours
in the release
of mad fantasy
the rush
gushing

in the sinking
of the moon
a storm arose
with brilliant claps
and frightening
flares
trembling excited
the cold lick of rain
pouring in its moments
greeting like ice
the spray of its thrust
upon the house
bending trees
turning tire swings
darekning streets
of lonliness and torment

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