closing page
turns,
a taste keeps
tugging-
future failures
keep
eyes
skimming-
more curious
than
impressed,
but..
ugly
undressed

nozzle stuck
in ear-
pump ‘er
up..
and watch eyes
clear?
like wipers won’t
with tears..
on bloodlust
night,
gaslight
red-
blinding in
bed.


we lay
untethered-
in shade
of each other
no need to
reach,
both clinging
sheets
+++
drapes
overgrown
..over
nothing
if not alone
alone
at
home
huddled in hutch
adorned-
bones bundled
in covers
torn


would crawl
back
in
given free
choice,
should i bore
song-
i’ll grow in
voice,
chiming
on-
nightingale
summons
dawn.

don’t let drapes
lull ya,
lass-
hailstorm’s
abreast,
indenting
chest-
hiding
home’s best,
out with that
trash..
into mud
bath.


a violet
sky-
no smoke in
sight,
save for poison
off my..
spare a light?
deep violet
sky-
on vacant
night.

“don’t see many worms
out”, says
bird
“or, perhaps worms
don’t find
many
beaks above
earth?”
well, a bird’s
gotta
eat,
more than
dirt.

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