We’ll throw those stones when we get to it…
Pelting like rain coinciding with gentle ceiling fan hum.
The ache of October rattling deep with each spasm.
Mercy is not in a mercenary’s vocabulary.

Throbbing is greater than or equal to the rotting of teeth.
Brilliance as a result of intensity
In the hurt where chemistry doesn’t add up,
The missed numbers will haunt someone.

Gentle quartets play chronic
Devotees, even when it kills them
The marrow dripping out their bones
and onto the dark oak bookcase.

The scalp is where the value is held
the identifier.
Old ads posted when the plains were still great
So naturally that is the start of the suffering.