Microglacial

Chin tucked in rest against the chest
White rime budding with each slow breath
On the inner frame of the winter nest

Melliphage

Frozen clover honey hoven
in a thicket woven lee

The hum of a half surviving hive
in a shivering, cloven tree

Damn woman's cleaning me out from under myself

a cadmium lens

two reclining fools rewinding spools
antennae numb, a tape deck's whine
shift click then hum
barreling west, the cadence dense
with early model amber light
hung in streaks at fender-height
above I-80's rattling crease
the dome light dirty, reefer wreathed
diffuse as daybreak
broadcast through a humid dawn's unsettled dew

Presbyopia

The desert has broke its quarantine, slipping across the border in the nave of a C5 Galaxy.

With the millstone of war now but a token tucked in the folds of a blanched red cape hanging stiffly in the stall of a greyer and greyer wardrobe, the havoc-keen mind turns to seeking new prey, rending the causeway of darting shoals.

The once-unoccupied body rejects its prevailing indolence, remembering its former prowess, craving the clout of motive, no longer to languish. The creeping rot of dignity has failed to quell a roiling; the clever administration has fallen away, only feral residuals remain.

A silent dexterity attempts to maintain its dicey balance upon the crumbling fulcrum of benevolence. The frenzy-deprived brainwork straddles it. Any attempt to counteract a previous deed amplifies it. The resonant frequency echoes across the stress fracture chasms.

Dug from beneath a medley of heavy, heraldic emblems with moth-chewed ribbon garlands, explicit tools are riled and handled with proper custody.