Withered the Flame

Warning: Strong Language

Now comes Her hue and cry,
Change the tresses upon their sighing trestles.
Hark!
Matrimony of Mother Nature and Father
Time marred, malleable, molded so
The creeping chill heralds the new hue.
Hitherto emerald alas now the flames rage
Hew the tendrils and the sparks fall to
Wrap Her in their coat of embers.

Effervescent, the auspicious toilet water

Filled with the sacred upheavals

Of the brandy branded by their boughs.

Watch the lips, mind the shit.

Autumn her name,

Dubbed dubious and dim.

The new seed took root a fortnight past the equinox

And withers toward ashes four and a score later.

Built on soggy soil, ravaged by writhing bubbly maggots

This rotten apple has gone to mush

The blood on its skin

A blemish that sticks, no

Scrub scrapes deep enough.

Porcelain against porcelain, pearlescent putridity

On bended knee

But all askew.

Whipped the wreck

From a savage milieu.

Locked and loaded

Throw out the key.