thick recalls jutting,

muddy and frostbitten, 

harkening salad days:

proper melting memorial.

stuck on deadwinds, 

windfalls.

inlaid the lean months be.

​

brittle notions

spellbounding,

and burning out a

smoke-sized cradle,

imitating my mass.

O what refuge!

​

   •

​

sputtering into 

clutch mode,

urgency became my

ditty.

a skull full of 

houseguests

afraid of the hymn 

of you.

pikes

and crowns of battle

on the house.

​

vastly minding their 

specific ranking,

the fan and the bellows pitch feedback

until higher

and more direct

passages of endearment

colonize.

O what refuge!