out flat, head unscrewed,

refusing
to cinch gaps

between time’s
straps,

should i swell
whole

enough to feel
held-

blameless and
unlearned,

would shelf sag
where books are meatiest?

-undigestible,

inkwell churns,

page by
dead skin page-

i skim along but words
are not the
test

must be burned.

rusty owl
bleeds into lowest branch
of sky..

ends where eyes
melt slow,

then swell to life with breath
rekindling flame
and flesh..

ash dissolves like
desert snow

into good morning’s
stubborn glow.

just a little thank you
or no

leaning over
looking onward ghostly

tempt me into
fading more to ignore
groans from gut
of fridge

box fibers cave at
acrid sight

of tomb like room
this sickly
bright.

peeling tape from corners,
oh so muggy mists rose morning
over lens of glasses, crooked
postures painting
hides the
rot

and butter sweat’s spread thick with
blade dragged glistening
from dirt water

daily dangers swamped in sink
badly needs draining
but why bother.

magnetic antics,
splatters of eye contact
‘tween unshackled spirits
sweating musky rose,
plead on bruised knee to
mistress strobe,
fevers under night skins
distorting grins-
spin me to escape’s
fateful chase
in last place
on high-
splash my smokescreen face
in neon.

in the moment
there was no winner,

just backing into
corners,

where sunlight could
not reach,

and eyes would
not blink-

despite dust
hanging on each word.

this wax-eyed hour
of weak,

i’ve no appetite
for sleep,

to speak’s a reach
through scratched up screen,

watching stances
quarrel..

tangled,

flexing hot
caffeine,

man child pounds
on bar-

to rouse
alarm,

spreading fire ’round
a schoolyard war.

self-portrait hovers
crooked,

who’s yet to
notice?

railing’s
missing teeth.

last silver hairs line
carpet stairs

at foot of firepit
naps dad’s vacant chair.