lightening dogs barking the tender tainted rain

violence is structured like a vacuum
it endures its stale enforced taste of life
one should not have an enforced stale state
withered like combing birds under the blank horizon
combing now like a migrating snake in the passage
under your bedroom, forever grasping at the nightlight
for the segmented social strata like a whispered note
into the signified concerto of tattered time-likeness
without the morsifications of sublime latitude
tended to the matrimony of solid state intervals
like the dowry of pleasant fragrant theft
within a door-linking forever frightened soldier
stance of the stigmatic wounded mailed soil
to China and posted return to sender for the
thought of prophecy and lightening dogs
barking the tender tainted rain under the surface
they are recorded forever, adjoined to the tuning
of a song that does not leave this earth
despite the element being lost, it does dwell
inside a lookout for the oncoming violence
customs approaching like a wave that does not
contend with the soft singing trying to distance
itself from the wound of reality where calm does envelope,
you are talking, dancing in pits of blood and poverty,
you scream with pleasure at the site of thousands dead,
I do see who you are and that is why I keep my distance,
you are not of the well-crafted, you are a mistake, a misprint
a foreign element in the body to be expelled