Where Nightmares Crown Their Kings by David Avila

Where Nightmares Crown Their Kings
By David Avila

the suns graze her edge
-I watch for the crumbling house
~to fall standing still

where lovely nightmarish kings come alive
~winning the gambit threshold
unfounded in those dreamy roads never brought back

don't just stay your hand
paint in such certain light
-dab the brush with death