The English Classroom


She whispers lies beneath a mute twilight

Thoughts bubbled out of rotting convolutions

Cursed dreams

Hurst screams

And there we are

Dancing in open fields

Where the wind carries the dream, carries the scream

Blinding strobe

Haunting globe

Where is the spectrum, the highlights?

The tones and the bows

But the orchid melts, revolts

Dissolves into wet soil

And everyone is crying

Drinking tainted water

Flaunting baited poultry

And when the septic wind mutes

Among dry leaves and crackling warmth

Everything is mild,

Everything is nice

And the toxic settles and whines and dribbles

Waiting, waiting

For another gust, another scream, another dream

To scribble itself across fair oceans and wild horizons

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