#3-16-23

[photozoi]

It finally happened. A day of sunshine, nearly 60 degrees and no rain. The Wizzard celebrated.

Borzoi

[halloweenvalentine1997]

From the flood of the path

to the volts of the fence

in the shape of a cross

pushed from the altar

communion wine poured onto flames

tearing open sacred halls 

plaster and paint scratched by nails

marred by graphite

I’m 18

I chase pinwheel suns

I get high on Robitussin and I go to the mall

I swallow laser beams

I become a coffin

then a phoenix 

living in an ashtray

The path circles back to the same things

to secrets as poisonous as yew trees 

to fake flowers and kitchen cutlery

Human frailty like paper

ink running from a cloud’s liquid wounds

I lost my red heart in the parking lot

they hung it on the fence

and followed me to hell

Soul cut adrift

screaming in the brimstone garden

Scissors to the stems

watching all that’s left

Disintegrate

- Madison Grimmer

[photozoi]

Handsome BoyZoi out on deck.

the Wizzard (Borzoi) and a glimpse of Jeep