first gush

asphalt

The very first kite in the sky
doom’s day dullness in sunshine
winter chill disguised and spreads
over the warm construction sites
Slow mourning bells ring in rhyme
sweat in bellies burn and toil
an evening sagging under its weight
enveloped every shivering pile
Room for words to retaliate
edge of my cabin and screens get aligned
a sure vibration within these walls
resonates with my mind
A calm hunger unfolds within
a canine fetish pushes the line
the air bloats with fumes and fur
the funnels reproduce the bile
Wish the collars could hide my face
abrasions leave me cold and dry
a mutation might help to evolve
a higher scavenger, a reptile
A joke precedes every laughter
I found myself circumscribed
a circle of pending jobs undone
a squared shape of their smiles
Couldn’t be buttoned up for long
bare breasted heart got warm with wine
temperatures dropped below my limits
I shrugged off cloak with life
Like the first puff which gripped my throat
the fog now blinds my eyes
running against the SEASONS I felt
the first gush rip my side

ISN

that's great, and it kind of hangs at the end like there should be more, but you just wonder what it could be....(don't add anything).....