hermitage calling,
i shuffle to mountaintops
to sweep out the debris
from my simple shack
a facet of memory,
what hint of comradery;
it is slow work with
a single black quill
but it pleases
spirits when i do—
we flamegaze the dusk
telling tales 'til dawn
between long silences
straining again the fade away
but whatever reason for?
transparent to the oblivion already
a silent walking phantasmagoria
but raspy ghast my hollow voice
left to knockers 'twixt walls tapping
aimless wander alone
everyone driftboard skates past
these hoarsewhisperered screams
percolating out eggshell cracks
growing back between the grass
wiltgreen hairs of tarball sheen
glide tinnitus, that heartbeat
shattermouth glass wrapped in
barbedwire dreams as the
everyone driftboard skates
with only an "oh, bother"
on lips to greet