waits
around the next bend pirate evil
intention
cross the sailor reverberations songs
sung
in the key of f sharp minor
harmonic
foams popping the original kernel
folds
the passion foments the egg shell
cries
fragments plucked by mealy fingers
and rubbed
between friction
unto pieces of mineral
placed between lips
pregnant
with moisture shadows
a sacrament to dispel
all claims
moral authority
a switch to punish the flock
loose shit
knee high
and full of
lead
projectiles for the empire
sleep
drugged with Barbados rum
and
slippery ether