rush empty
now-
everyone
out
of spun web
mouth,
on fog breath
routes,
reflection’s
grey..
frostbitten
teeth
latch coward
needs
gums bled to
drought
don’t reach
for me
no matter
depth,
not of my
head-
the genie’s
out.
Author: grumpygorman
she flashes queens
to show who
leads
with
courtly will
finds us flower
framed
and mounted for
the masses,
gossip at the
gallows
shrill
and hollow,
sinking to my knees,
in lethargy-
not
to appease.
fingers
trace tan lines,
sand dries
on lips of sunshine,
as clouds recede
from grainy
gaze
has not quit
for days.
derpy walrus in
a teacup
bobbing in the
milk and
muck,
dumb luck veils the
view above
where
success stays stuck.
all misread or
unsaid
don’t
forget it
never ends
lets
pretend-
entangle again,
to shame us
eye to
same
as if
too smug
to
bow
in blame.
perfect cosmos in
a bubble,
burst by
poison pin,
out of touch with
time vows
pain.
i sigh
deep lunged
and
float back in
thru overstretched
membrane.
robes wrung of
colour,
a case
in the corner
of
collector
counts spectral
visits
come
too frequent,
front claws
fidget..
fasten mask
in haste
to polaroid
face.
rusted lipstick
kleenex chews
through pocket like
secrets tighten teeth
behind wheel PVC squeaks.
it was same toddlers
left tending
garden
never sampled sweet
straight from
the seed
rather, blooming
into own
feast
when arose
need.
these bloodless
fingers
tap cinders from
unlit cigar,
smog billows
within,
the
char of
black tea breath
on skim milk
skin,
bathwater swirls,
i clutch at
pearls
like
stars liquify
once peeled from eyes..
do sting
in warning winds.
hands in the garden 
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