Treis  Dawn


An orange dawn funnels the range

of Pod's dewy sight

The crackling of a thousand leashed murders

vandalises the valley's bribed restraint

His eye lid winces

and minces

and orgasm trances

as the Diamond Velobine makes it's rolling incision

from brain tip to bowel gate recoil

        Boarding ___

        Pod is hardened by his evens death

        Riding on this though

        Lodger's corpse would be brightly smeared

        through the spelled out roadsides