hooks in

hooks in

spiral walk
muted grey
brush of black greens
white beams thru
I wind, twist, loop
sit, drift

all I wanted was
that wild lily purple
centered flame orange
a blue metal roof
some exciting mail

into this slow sleep
thumb my temple
float me away into the
s a b o t a g e

bounce to
dabs of mirrored
seeping into
live action

the violent pink lips
wear off
to a tepid shower

wind stills

so much to give but
never given