ditch chakra

These words are confusing and safe
    an ode to sand and wine  

static smears your breath 

sickness burns away like old trash

Bruised by the nod of immortality 
        a moment chiseled in polluted air

sifting through ashes for childs' teeth 
   while Moonblood bluffs

finding mist instead

handfuls of mist in
the rubble 
     of shattered rainbows