YLW

Jet engines

Masked the scream of your stare

15 minute parking

Shrieks in the air

The dogs are coming

Stampede in the lot

Shrill as the steam

From the boiling pot

Automatic sliding doors

Corporate deity whores

Mill around the compound

Looking for department stores

While my words in wells

Exhale and howl

Echo, yet never escape

From deep within my jowel

I felt fear before the growl

As she clutched my nape

Fingers flexed from the fireside

Holding me hostage to her spiraled eyes

The paralyzed

Willow eyed

Temptress aura

Amplified

There she was

There she went

Walking, writhing

On cement

My head in the clouds

Don’t stop me now

Colorado low

Etched on my brow

I’ll never find

The words to say

So I’ll just shriek

The hurt away

Sitting here

Drop off lane

I’ll never see

My love again