bleeding from the ears stark
walls are melting heartskip arrhythmic
redgold angels with their knives
crush, and crush, revolve
march in booted time
closer closer closer
tear apart this plexiglass plexus
About the Author: Robert Beveridge makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry just outside Cleveland, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Neologism, In Between Hangovers, and Clementine Unbound, among others.