Heart-Shaped Ufo

the night is barking among the dogs moaning over the family shame preaching to the deaf like a blind demagogue so where’s the collector of common blame now? something is soaring above the house heart-shaped and half-baked it’s slowly making us roused there was a cadence of stars yesterday despite the awe they’re sharp as a butcher’s knife they flew in through walls and window panes she tried to pick them up and she just cut her hands and there was a strife about the afterlife god, these boundless hours, so lurid! moulded into this blushing bride of mine locked in a spire by heavens so arid stagnant in solace she’s mortal and quivering her heart inside out and her soul on decline