Death Rainbows

A Poem For The Gallows

I am talking to a human skull held out in my hand. It doesn’t talk back. So I dispose of it somewhere along the day trail budding with sleep. Fireflies fill our yards.

The Importance Of Being Orgy

Eventually I let go of trying to figure it out, flowing or not flowing, who knows, and simply enjoyed what we were all there to enjoy, what we’re always here to enjoy.