Forge in Wind
a day in the daisies
is all i want you to
remember me all in
black to the nines
forge in wind to
chase wings at random
soil under my nails
ailed to the cross
like the world in seven seconds
my life in 9 words
ow count backwords
to reverse me alive
your pandora blew me
a seed and grew me
a sack of green apples
of which i grew
my day in the daisies
that i had asked
comes to you
drenched in blacked
the flat grass has roots
grass has roots on my spine
push through my ribs and out,
out to the plants on your heels.