houjun

In the greyness, And muted haze of a despondent dawn, A heady brown devoured, twenty-two, Into a thick, vaporous and lifeless auburn. The curl of a devil's hair sprouts like a diseased willow, twisting from an ever-shrouded sun. The town belongs to his terrible, and grave ridden kin, a valley of cat black and eye socket ochre: callous shades. Broken in, triangle, squares, of homes where Lucifer relishes an elated spasm, the conceited pleasure, of a pillage spent. Atop a dull tendril, a man, famished, lays sprawled, his gaunt, starved frame possessing the character from both the spider daddy, spindled legs trapped beneath glass, liquor