Storm clouds surround this house
Billowing screams & coiling dreams
Will deliria breach
The blood-brain-barrier?
Catastrophe moshes at the roof I cannot think
I cannot hear
We're fucking through the fear
Merging our withered loins & limbs
We become a proliferous instrument
The angels blow
To extrude new love
The appliances stop tuning into us
As heaven cracks this tempest
Rending the darkness
To feed the tadpoles, scum, & seeds
Sunbeams
Our lips stick
& I annihilate myself inside you
-- Logan Berry is the author of several books, most recently Doom is the House Without a Door. He lives in Chicago. X, Insta, website.
