TIme Residue

Flowers spreading through deep waters of love covered in a melting clock's residue. Sipping tea of life through grates of carrot leaves. He reaches his hand through the sewer to take into his teeth. Squawk my little birds or fly to September. Snow smiles sweet sunshine tails of porcupine dreams that wake from the cool sweat. Tubular waves of spindle caves where the spiders lick their lips. Catch me in my web so lies will bleed out like squeezed pomegranate seeds. Vases of uneven number line table crossed with sheets. Set sail for Siren cave or they'll drag you in with their song. Seagull calls through crashing rain as the ship's turbine spins. Asian writing next to white cap whispers call and wail behind the couch. Sit up.