Shaven heads -------- the invisible dreads

Shaved head
 don't have to dread the past
it hangs around outside the inner sign
excuses set to my limits vine
growing flesh into a day brought between sheets of coldest iron
frosted hand you posted to me
throttles life in scented duty
tomorrow a drawing maid
serving plates in the misted fountain

through the betrayal, a gap never closes
in the curtain blessed across
flight searches into this womb I fainted
soggy tiny mess
curled draped in bible pages
noah in flood erupts
stinging the fleshless bone harvested
a choir blinks in  images
painted songs
they ripple from floated brushes
 
What slice's out the kiss
bleed's the twisted lip
Who rented times broken scar
 
SHAVED HEAD
BUT WHATS INSIDE
IS ALWAYS DREAD