Gored
by horns of
vices
chasing solace within
madness
of
glitch moon
spun
to
face..
to face with
no one.
shadown work
honey eyed on high
tire treaded gum wad grey
a cattle train refrains decay
a cloud of flies latching stars
in ice cube trays
night ends showered in steam
cached in daylight.
hands in the garden 