Ssofia

Stuck painfully to my side a film projects

My skeletons dancing in Sofias bridal fantasy. Stairwells bring down,

A polite remark awaits with trembles tempting thin satin,

Expecting the least from what is to become.

Whos guests- molding together a somber prediction-

Place moist palms onto a book that defines

A muttering God? This verbal disturbance shreds blank, longing notes

Confessing murder and marvel. Red velvet contradicts the canvass

To lay out an empty cemetery. Graves honoring

My selected victims of force that tie glee down.

Complaints from blisters winning authority only caress

A patient registered with alert in police mind states.

Domestic disturbance fails to awaken the obvious.

Red hair pulled from the scalp of a slouched, bitter

Angel. Starving on a beach in the middle of an

Imagery forest.


by Brian Hardie