Another Stack of Words

Brother’s Curse

The leaking brings him slumber

His handshake drenched in black

only a lochnessed shadow

Stuffed with bedazzled swallow

Sadly replacing a nail with a screw

His eyes rolling at the map

Oxygen slipping bottlenecked- away

 ‘Pharaohs gold comes in a can’

The seas dry up

the rivers crack deep

The fossils of floating baskets revealed

weaving a damn swan storm of dirty dereliction

and unmarked bills

His nominal life spills from his neck

He cleans the balcony with baloney

Wringing it like pay phone cactus