Galavanting with Genius

settling in among
broken contraptions
of a dubious nature all
forward pointing antennas's
and draped in black
silk
so dark like a curl of
molasses rolling
a gliding reef shark
smooth to the touch
this up turned freeform
night mist
where keystrokes meet little
hiccups of thought
so black and
down the street
a tree shivers

a line of black

molten they sing
with a warbling screech

gripping for dead humus and
bones like concrete

revolve the hum
deeply vibrating loose flesh and

fingers buzz on warm contoured
grips blood becomes vapor a

windy apperition
moving with will and purpose

pulse my life falls off
as the last tumbler slides into place

thud and careen
just barely in control

just barely