The Bough Breaks

f  a  l  l

                                   i  n  g

simply falling and the ground has
ceased to be the air is a rush
of sulfur and ozone razor
blades charged unspent
captive ions that

        h  o  v  e  r 

on the edge like revelations or
the craggy crash that has me

bracing

for an end and it’s endless
still I’m falling simply
 

                      f  a  l  l

                                  i  n  g
 

and   the   devil’s   breath
is just    o n e   great

 i   n   h   a   l   a   t   i   o   n