Nightshade (Reel Unravels..)

image: drfuenteshernandez (pixabay)

in moon ash of
window

lay dear
bird-

broken
bust

sculpted
in fit

of
panic,

midst random
blinding
flash

of
passion-

relic toppled in
restless
gust-

barely fussed
up its

feathers,

beneath crumbs of
our palace

lay bird’s form
freed from
marble,

helpless, in teeth
of troubles

and all these
twisted

fingers ever
do to

mend matters,

is reach for
blade-

and chisel
away
as

sun
scatters.

****

refuse the scheme
rich beast

of mirror if
jaws

glean in twilight
bared to
you-

don’t excuse the
breath of
this

stone faced
creature-

all he does is
scare..

..so BOO.

****

turn you like
the joker
up my

sleeve,

shake the chains
or leave,

i’m going
broke

my
only
promise

and time keeps
dripping

from cracks
nobody
sees.

****

still so wanting of the
wrong needs

to please his way
around the
room
to

soothe a poor
me heart-

dabbing at
bleed-

he’s nothing, aches
for more

so marches in,
buys the
store-

and
leaves.

****

..wasn’t as she
described
and

neither was
the pie,

but it filled
a hole

over stuffed
and

grossly
underwhelmed

in diner
with

no soul.

****

i’d never hunt
a fly,

i’d lick him with
my eyes

brush his
wings,

don’t talk me
down

i invite
it in

but won’t
share

shit with
him.

****

was your top
twist off

a hug and kiss
too soon?

did first mouthful
sting your
lips?

did you take
that

second
sip

too
quick?

still getting over
living sick.

****

i set fire to the
last sign

pointing out
shortcut

mind carved
of stone,

held together, scotch
tape and glue

no matter the
stretch

i roll on back,
do you..

still catch light
through

my foggy
blues?

echoes of nightshade’s
rasp as

sun blinds through
cracks of

underpass.