Bent in Half Doused in Gasoline while the Fanged Helicopters Spiral

Questions rebound through lonesome windows
like failures through a memory
or the creaks across the floorboards
too paranoid to fasten quiet

I live in a mill
with my termites
They draw each other nearer
colder inside one padlocked gaze
slightly veined and dull with hindsight
Blue clouds approach from their exhalations
spreading at an opiated pace
and questions float between them
like illegible omens do
from star to star to star to star

PJ Lombardo is a writer from New Jersey. He authored a chapbook titled Hate, Dance, and he serves as co-founding editor of GROTTO, a journal of grotesque-surrealist poetry. Read his writing in KEITH LLC, SARKA, Tripwire Journal, Hobart Pulp and Lana Turner Journal.