Velvet on the Horns - Yellow Eyes

Overnight or was it not

Green ragged cloth

Had fallen on the path

The way I took had velvet on the horns

I peered straight through

And saw the shrinking frame

Collapse and bloom

And choke on its vast ornate teeth

I would cry out

If it were not so late

I do not remember you

Perfect sphere

Chlorine smell

Painting that was damaged in the hold

Imagine that a propane tank

When squarely struck

Becomes a bell

Yet huddles by the driveway in the cold