a tableau of abstract expressionism

i.

lamming across

the rotting

fissuring

forest floor

calloused

torn soles

bruising

dampen soil

as cannonade

cotes me among

the Krumholtz

of the timberline.

ii.

in the frigid

alpine air-

aching bones

gnarled, as

overwrought

nerves crackle-

live power lines.

fierce

high-pitched

wails warn

rolled clouds

of amaranthine wool

announces

a tableau of

abstract

expressionism.

iii.

madders'

hanging silhouette-

soundlessly

screaming

at me.

his grip

entangled

black beaded

rosary,

worn leather

missal

rests upon

folded

suit coat.

gold coins

litter

beneath

his frame.

tear-dirt

streaks

along my

windburn

cheeks

trembling,

raking

matted hair

while my

muffled mind

gurgles up

lunacy

as his name

dries

upon my

lips.

iiii.

spinning

gold coins'

integrity,

patronizing

probability-

rusty

decadence

slicing

lucks' frame.

-gasping,

lurching

upright

night sweats

in summer's

humidity

crickets chirp

incessantly.

© Meg. May 7, 2020.