Poem

A four line stanza
Made of words strung
Together to form
Mazes twisted in windfall structures.

Have you ever seen the trees, change and die, in time with a drying eye, Brown eyes shifting sweetly between dusk & dawn.

Pinecone barbs spoken upon tainted lilac tongues, straight edged against snow white teeth.
Pink tipped lips molding to each downy skinned aggression.

Iron crusted bones smoothed upon rust laid train tracks. Tunnels dug hollow deep rushing against translucent skin. ...