Shattered Spaces, Weary Places

Blooded brain cums in the nasal passage
— finger-paint and tilt in retrograde.

A sun expired before a flower.
The seedhead prays to the ground.
The flash grenade disperses the horizon.
A mind is contused and not fractured.
But
a mind is contused.
The nose congests of iron.

Art is silent presentation.
When spirits took their tongues in rapturing,
future script redacted the syntax succeeding each embroidering of RSVP.
The consciousness stream swells at the dam of the release date
and back-channels to compress a present progressive heart in induced paralysis.

The sun expired before the flower.
The petals recede
and the shoots plot the dirt until the leaves whittle raw,
and the stem of prickly nubs
lumps
as the mind is contused and not fractured.