dark man dances
fallen faces, cocked eyes
upside down, sideways
brick road, crumbles
entrails swing, swaying
ice blocks – melting sun
lips suck, fluid
freely flowing blood
dripping on pedals, flowers
I came, I left, right
books in barrels
overflow of words
four lettered, smut
greased flour molds
breaded spines, discs
our feet hold candles
light the forest, bright site
books in barrels
reading one, burning
no words allowed
whale oil burns
to read books in barrels
