“metal hums”

all rust to me,
flakes dropping
from the dredged;
satellites fell,
met the world &
bled themselves
away.

“blind walk”

the storm walked down streets
but only tore up people – lifted
from their lives for turning heads,
they found themselves possessed.

the wind was everything, tilting
all the worlds it touched – faded
memories of what came before
(eyelash hung) are blinked away.