White-sided houses go to blue.
Leaves blacken. Winds swell.
Low clouds move against the moon.
I map Heaven to navigate Hell--

These blue houses polyp and shroom.
Yards yawn. Windows door north.
An apple gleaned makes a sordid tune.
We starve doom to chasten horror--

The loam houses script and cemetery.
Katydids die consumed. Dragons, too.
Whim mazes the mesh of capillary--

I am not homeless without reason.
Muses madden. Their eyes are blue.
Blood enough to drown the season.