mirror image
mirage
in palm tree
puddle
lips on horizon
parting-
pleading cloud
escape
to island dark
but safe.
mirror image
mirage
in blood pumped
puddle
lips on horizon
parting-
pleading cloud
escape
to labyrinths dark
and safe.
i’ve grown fond
of ebb
and
glow felt through
cemetery
snow,
no tear a waste on
face gone
stone
to face what’s
gone
before lilies
bask at
dawn.
fanning freakish
fashion
for
excesses
plotted too
intense
for zen of modern
moment,
reached too low
to feel my
toes
worm into
the wet.
escape habits
formed
in pellucid
layers..
well with
bleached santal,
pink salt
on crow’s feet,
a mocking nod
to noble-
both elbows on
the table,
escape eyes the
dancer
turned from
crowd..
claim to know
her
from her autographs
each photo-
a halo over
every
i
love to watch
her fly.
no whimpers heard
through
glass,
wettest of the warning
labels worn
off,
did i blame
gravity
while refusing
oxygen?
i pass the
mask-
we syphon
tank
of drawn a
blanks
empties
fast.
settling into enough
space-out,
too much..
too flatline filler
for offlined mind
to suckle,
porchlight
flutters,
call the mongrel
by pseudo
name,
drag it in before storm
kicks beneath
the belt-
flinches felt
but not
seen.
grown blissfully
bored
as mayhem
corners
self..
seldom
questions
why fear of lacking
breeds regret,
lights on loud
in attic
again-
wringing
sweat.
was promised then
dismissed
what giving in
undid,
watched welts behoove
wings,
wept into wall
of winds,
fastened lid on jar
of screams
to have it shatter
in fingers.
would they remember
what was
hid
where
flies won’t find
By
Midnight
hands in the garden 
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