interview with the vapor

Good Bones.

sound-world, word-world, alas:
projectile-world
landslides, fireballs, rusted fence
with a broken gate
somewhere in the dreams
Biscayne dark & Biscayne bright
is one that's real
shine a yielding word
ruin in the path of peace
hitch a ride with hearse
carrying many mouths to feed
storm-belong-despair
rays carom off elfcavort
whistling as i suss the airt
tracking fathom'd manticore
tracking fathom'd manticore