"Fleeces of Roses" by Kai Ihns

Updated: 3 days ago

Residue of blue i am screaming

My jaw will not shut on its own

How strange

Maybe there

is a problem

It over there is like a vitrine



Green glass roof

like trains go beneath it

The ground is a sucking motion

It can access

My legs

Hilariously, each moment I am at

the ceiling

The ceiling is a pale, vertiginous green

I hit it hard each time


I am a dumb kite slamming the ceiling With my tattery wet! Bag!

Because the string goes up


the geyser the geyser then the rock cap now now the ceiling The string goes up the ceiling

In the kluft they are sweeping with rainbows

on the other end is the end

on the other end is the cloud, Sweeping through the Front Pane

In fact it is steam