blow faux kiss
to flatter
tattered toy talking
without moving
mouth,
moth wing pinned
to pillow
not
casualty of dust
storm
not
without its
charm..
toadstool from
his torpor,
spare me the
stupor
of logic and
order
spoil madness with
meaning.
absurd
derpy walrus in
a teacup
bobbing in the
milk and
muck,
dumb luck veils the
view above
where
success stays stuck.
thru coal mist
glasses,
the swell of noon sun’s
fork tongue,
blood in chew of
tree gum
wedged in crack
of attic
over home help
panic.
glitter splattered on
bald beach,
caught flexing like
car salesman’s
teeth,
i can’t reach can in
unlit fridge,
ever kiss
frostbitten lips?
honey eyed on high
tire treaded gum wad grey
a cattle train refrains decay
a cloud of flies latching stars
in ice cube trays
night ends showered in steam
cached in daylight.
prescription
scribbled on my hand..
bland sunday
head buried in someone’s story,
asked for
the housekeys back,
drove to hear music move
like my body’s
steam,
night whistles through
the cracks we
dream.
chalk-eyed
ether-
sticky sands
expanding under..
forever layers
deeper..
heart heavy
panting
fever-
slightly shucked
shellfish in
shivers-
surface regrets..
reconsidered
upon ocean of
melting
bed–
wax
liquid
oblivion again.
i’m
one frothy
flippopotamus
rooting in
self-soothing slop,
basking in
back bacon sizzling,
snorting bubbles
hiss and
pop.
why not meet me
up a tree?
and let’s see if we
can sleep,
while night wind
nips our
limbs
the stars
dim.
fully
unveiled
i reveal a
tail
and scaly hide beneath
my supple pink,
bleeding colors
yet to be
seen
if only
in dreams.
hands in the garden 
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