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


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.


husking
hair-
to
savor
inside’s
why i
weather
the drunken
wagon
ride-
clouds
over eyes.


the
perfect
playmate,
the best of
every
day,
a rainbow over
drought..
when scene’s
chewed
up
in and
out,
ideal
playmate
for virtual
game.
took
tomorrow,
hoping today
would
look the other
way,
this old man’s
45..
flips all day,
any day
it skips, it
skips..
spin cycle
sick-
it
skips,
page one
rips..
page two
sticks to script,
time tripping
on loose
hands,
but
a drop
in sea of
man.

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