Castor Seeds

Castor seeds on sidewalks
pale sentiments for the teased and confused hoping to be blown
catapulted heretics seeming with stitches to echo small unseen places.

Phantoms trail long opalescent streams and make due a debt graven, fantastic, overpopulated.

Serve nothing on this plate, silvery, silent now; fishing in supposed souls, cringing, pious, and bloodied.

Taste these hard round objects deathly on our tongues, slick tongues, serpents tools.