THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[dead man]

nightfall is righteousness. peaceful, rhythm likened to speech
window cracked, camel backlight. smoky sighs of relief
collapse like Ming Dynasty breathe enlightenment, leak
absent-minded and deep on simultaneous peaks
throw your dice and speak louder. prototyping belief
while archdiocese spinal tap concubines in his sleep
sweat-stained designer sheets. closet hangers and doors
close myself inside of condominium floors