Clay Houses

in the pool she caught a gleam
a liquid transparency of silver cream
washing over the walls and yard
streams erased her disregard
slow breaths and spinning to begin
escaping the prisoners she held within



Covering roughly zed to omega
a sea one cannot breach
one can always part the oceans
but nothing can't (for now)
a love poem to a set or string
would be a cold dark vacuum thing
Infinity won't sing a lullaby
look to the light and sing



cold, deadly, and black
sink into the pressure til every bone you have cracks
biscuit shaped holes stream blood from your flanks
imps they surround you, their black dead eyes blank
there glowing beneath you a massive mantle it pulsates
— Kraken's hungry beak awaits



authors choose they freedom wise
stare into my feral eyes
watch I swivel my two ears!
read and witness, look and see
that I just write the songs I hear
there is no separation left
my Muse and I are truly cleft
we're just ballooning with the breeze
tossing out our poetry