Demolition in Unseasonable Meantime

I’m shedding this contradictory skin,
the plaster cast of keystone calamity,
and breaking my fused jawbone
brick by mortar.
Night is the season I wake.

I’m hatching a glaring afterthought,
my temple casements unhinged,
and imploding incidental steeples
soot by slaughter.
Solar womb is the mind I create.

I’m sprouting a secondary pair of wings,
the unburdened boughs of fruitless summer,
and clouding hard bitten airwaves
tooth by laughter.
Mean time is the pattern I upbraid.


This poem is inspired by the surreal art of Cat Schappach, namely the piece entitled Avion, which can be viewed on Instagram.