Poetry

The silence of the road 
intends to pause the observer’s speed. 
Unchanged continuity 
had a cubic quality. 
 
Presenting yourself to lick salt 
before molestation. 
The sanctity 
stands violated. 
 
The horror thing looms 
large, neatly dressed 
dancing in your boots. 
The path ends at a tree. 
 
You misprint the name 
of a tormentor. 
Man becomes a beast 
in a love triangle.