Black Charm

        	The metal crescent moon chime
		frowns from a porch beam,
		lugs cowbells of rust
		& waits for a night wind
		tease. Encryption sickle
		with crooked chain 
		hangs a punched out star

		For the eye to hate, spawn
		visions of amputation 
		in a see-through mind.
		Through its black iron frame
		molten blood is creeping
		like a midnight cockroach
		across a kitchen floor.

		Gust folded bell tubes
		tug at loop piercings
		with the weight of anvil 
		lead. A jaw that once shined
		locks itself in a scowl,
		settling in for the void 
		of calm hour quiet. 

                 
    

                     

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