Ghost Town Poem by Dylan KD.

Dressed in halls of dogs
and seeping teeth of crawling pouts
who dance like purple on the cover
insane with buttons on the terrier,
with straw on flawless cloves, and rain
in simple figures, melt the frames in digits
and so, this, a circle of darts through the colored appendix
sinks like stars that drift in moans.

With knife or cards from limbo
she eats still in swollen modes
and open the pleading ghost
who naps on wet drums.