Roe’s Dreams

——> narrated by a character (Roe Uno)!

Roe’s Dreams

Only dead bugs and dirt is in the air these days

He spins me ‘round and fills my blood with catalase

When the hall is empty, I use the stage for prays and praise

For the glory of Amethyst, the eyes they call crazed;

Square maize, I cannot find my way out

Unhappily laze, my body has come to rout

So says the man to kneel with my devout

Who’ll raze, make me regret the vile words I spout.

In a still pond

Empty, pushed over

Sinned, my freckles not fond

Exits my bach, iridescent clover.

Screwed into flashing lights and pruned awn, nearing dawn

Tell me, love: am I your queen piece, or your pawn?