stiff back turned
to day,
nursing thrift store
injuries
midst molar
decay
rooted in held breath
histories
share little left
to say,
chased back into
the wild
where grizzly bears
bleed grey.
abstract
blind to shimmer
of tears
binding terror to fingers
upon sheath
of shiv too quick
to thrust.
been no dusk more
humble
secret slipped in
summer
tire swing over
puddle
spun out popping
bubbles.
fading people
shapes
at golden time
of day
mistaken for
reprieve,
on knees in weeds
with teeth..
stripped by hiss
beneath.
desert drag defenseless stray
batting hands
away-
unmasked henchmen
closing in
on..
sunset gone to
forewarn
dawn.
oft mistaken
mortal
grazing garden on
horizon,
golden lemon drop
propping
jaw,
melt me to my
knees-
eyelids part like
dying
sea,
a slip through lips
like portal
to flee what
battle?
a neon light turned
off by small
talk,
tuned into blocked
out canceled
channel-
pinching wick of
twitching
candle.
midst haggard times,
with ease..
reflections skim
along flat
air
as if flecked with
motes of
err.
not new to musing
you again,
lemon trees
forever,
we take the
stairs
lead nowhere
better
than last
time
we felt around for
each other
blind.
whose turn to feed
owner’s
pet
bred solely to
attack
fists
for treats,
hope dried up
meat
won’t upset
gut-
unmuzzle
me
not one to
trust.
true, had i been
keen
to
scale siren’s
braid,
i’d now be
there-
peeled of
pride
and balled up
scared
of blood pact
made.
hands in the garden 
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