the cricket

the festering storm crown

brulée the slat traeh crow

ned tun.a me.lt flamechar

festers last week’s brulée

the shine will crossed the

w,alls’ storm the fl.ash of

text brulée’s a frame

upon the roof feste red yet

next week’s liver crowned

the slatted skull the toxin

sand=wich smears across

the d,oor was shine the

mouth it w.ill w.as

stor.med your e.yes we

re rab.bits dead be.

neath the st.airs

...ashbed...shore...

With flash from Olchar E. Lindsann’s

“f lame” 2014