a notice of three days.

[muffledvelvet]

it's a dark hole, dug with persistence
where the hopeless blink to three -
minor threats spoken for none to remember -
government working around its kleptomania
waiting for the death of democratic existence.

right under the skin
word by word - she walks with her hands exposed.
I hear the sound - the sounds she left me.
abandoned upon the land we shared,
I've heard no better - heart black,
a sky with a higher arc.

I change my mind - blind to the higher arts.
my anger conquers and I slip under - quiet.
the noise of her fading steps, growing intense,
right under my skin, burning
down the sky. with no rain to put them out.

I stand our ground.
The sky burning in my sights.
And I open my shirt -quiet.
Flying away.
...

a participle and a half life. today's travesties.