Murder

[Cyferz]

Murder

The suspect
had been spotted
around the neighborhood in the past
coming for others, bad segue
but it was our season now. this line is required to understand the line previous; awkward.
Nights were busy
dilating, growing icicles with this sudden imagery it is now winter outside in near where icicles might form
as perfect murder weapons. but it turns out they were murder weapons instead. Imagery becomes similie

If I didnt know it these are two stanzas completely seperate poems. Other than the vague theme of death in winter there is sparse connecting the two. The pace shifts dramatically. The first is like Tim Burton movie intro panning across a sleepy neighbourhood. The second is Dr. Seuss adventure with death popping into little kids windows.

Death came to our home
on stilts, peered through
our frosted bedroom
window and saw: that kisses
leave tiny bruises which amass
until the kissing stops;
that we went to bed
in mute silence, slept dreamless;
that we were not conscious
of how to love without killing How to love without killing ourselves? This little spiritual journey seems grossly out of place
ourselves in the process. Death offered
autonomy, a nascent leaf,
an algal bloom of possibilities.

A lot of fluff and little meaning. Cant tell which verbs are metaphorical and which are real.

Foul play
was eventually uncovered
in late morning when authorities
dragged the pond
behind the house and discovered
the missing bodies

of our hollow wedding vows.

Huh. Was it actual or metaphorical murders..? I'm confused. Confusion is bad, it stops me from enjoying the better parts.