EPITAPHS ONE EVERYDAY

Bread torn  earthquake and bare flesh
waterfalls over the unmade bed
simple sheeted grave
splendid in dishonesty and deaths tiny feats
scented with mint
air drifts tidal in its escaping

Scratching at the unholy realm
beneath the searched soul
another kinder boredom
executes the now started day
black sinful coffee stirs

Friendless space
filling the vaunted vaulted room
chilled in heats final kiss
strange lines
form and shape
puppetry marionettes gaiety and brief in kick

my fingers now hovering
as in passive threat