Melancholy Red v2

[Wjames]

I have neglected to sew my mouth shut,
and spiders have delivered
nourishment through the drool
of my sleep. It is the third day
of my fast.

The boils on my calf smolder,
carbuncles of pus erupting
like Hawaii in June,
raining lava on the beach.

I will strive to dream
in green and blue –

purled in soot and curled
in a ball to marinate
amidst the sulfur and exhaust
rising through the floorboards
to the nest below my bed

– until I expire.

It's warm in the smoke,

It's warm in the smoke,
purled in soot and curled
in a ball to marinate
in the sulfur and exhaust
rising through the floorboards
to the nest below my bed.

It is the third day of my fast.
I have neglected to sew my mouth shut,
and spiders have delivered
unsought nourishment through the drool
of my sleep.

I will strive to dream
in green and blue
until I expire.