Raised

Dead Raised to Wheels,

Her stake in theirs,

Miles to denigrate,

The reigning

Swansong fortunes

Can’t foresee…🔮🗡

Ghost

Little music pebbles,

Backed into this

Stolen church,

My tepid gaze

Your ghost replete.👻

Summer Abiding

When reveries

Of summer song

Titillate this cradling love,

And

Winter’s Cold Rain

Forms a cell

Around a

Swollen head,

Something keeps

The pulses

Undulating

Within high school

Hallways casting

Out

Dream droplets

Waning to

SoCal suns

Leaving endings

Of lines

Ghosts

Deposit between

Christened chambers,

The abiding summer.