Dustine

My sister is a river
And I'm a figurine
Made from the dust of my brother
And midribs of maple leaves
Dad had clinics in dead malls
Dispensing destinies
Out on the knife of Virginia
Cutting Kentucky and Tennessee

My sister says there is a next life
But no one I know will be there
I'll have seven senses and singing rings
Hallucination hydrangeas
Erupt in the reverse breeze
Men in these parts fenced their gardens
With the skeletons of Cherokees

In bands of static
The cries of vile guys
She'd find in dives and bring on back to the attic
Meat to sate the howling shades that wait in tesseractic shadow
Dosed the wine and flash that awful smile and the fear floods into their eyes

I don't feel right
I don't feel right

Deflecting hexes
The vengeful dead
Those scumbags wept and bled when
They look into my secret eyes
They'll rot on top of ziggurats for eons
And wake up next to strange wives

God, a girl her pearls dead worlds we're hurtling through
Days generated by rules
Written in dazzling rooms
Oh, every black hole sings the tune

I'm composing
Sad and lovely
And it's nothing
Really nothing