That I Know Well
Black is the color of
A frozen tree
Black is the door
Where you are
Misbegotten is my
Hymn here
Teasing bulk
To the floor
Stars don't wander
This far in
Plates don't serve
My kind
Barbers don't
Samba with a
Tale This Grimm
Darkness knows
its blind
Purple is a haunted
Word
Strikes like
Tinted
Glass
No more
You hit the phrase
A hidden grin
You say it's sure
To pass
But your wooden
Rancor splits
And sounds in
A wood that wants
A limb
You'll fall
I'll flat
We'll purpose
Fat
And cream
The born up
Brim
So stay the train
To this dark place
I'm walking
Wheels with
Timbre
They saunter
Through your
Overgrowth
To stuff a world
Too limber
For my own light
You squeak your
Lighted tune
Your pretense
Crows along
Poor fool
Your heart
Your lyrics chime
Too dull
To shine this wrong
Please you
Whatever gods may be
Make room my heart
Make room my
Joints for this
Weeping
Carousel
I can't