Admiral by Ames Harding

send for the admiral
in his whispered abode
sweet teas and gunpowder line his pockets
and from his socket sprouts a rose

birthed in noise
beads of cacophony on his brow
heavy and fragrant kisses, like pennies
fall from his pockets as he bows

hours in glass
granules of patience clear as night
dripping in time with the admiral's cane
as he wanders, cloaked in amaranth

LADADA

severed skies
over the bow in the dead of night
circular ruins on all sides
as the fire begins closing in

speak his name
so I can feel the heat of your breath
leaves like scales beneath my feet
while the trees stand indecent and bare

lulling eyes
a potent mixture of botanical delights
the crow speaks its warning at four in the morning
and follows him out from the night

LADADA

mmmmm

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