Coming Back to The Stillness of The Heavy

haunting streets
where fingers bled
butterflies turn
to airplanes
climbing from
spiderwebs

hot as beasts
in experi-mental
drunk magick

skillful peasants
respected thieves
following codes
lost to time
back to the past

tangled symptoms
in headgear
not expecting that voice
in late evening
useless
revealing secrets
dressed in black
taking breaks
between seasons

lost
in different
bodies

coming back
to the stillness
of the
heavy

if time
were a
person
they’d be
a
shitty friend

nobody
owns
words

 

Β©James Dennis Casey IV 2018

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