sorenbarrett

Stone cold

A deep profound sadness crept over me as a fog

and this blanket is all I have to keep warm

I sleep where shadows blow through the muddy bog

soggy earth my mattress in the storm

 

Cypress and lily, charcoal dreams of crows

A mouth full of ants in swamp grass

A draft blows through worm holes

sending shivers through raising bubbles of gas

 

Bloated, a floater, face down in the slime

dissected by all that\'s small

foundation black, base of grime

makeup for the Swamp night\'s ball