worst offender’s
prayer
on two teabag
thursday,
talking dirty more
than we like
to party
favors
for accolade,
praise be
backroom guest
won’t perform upon
request.
coloursofthesoul
midst tire fire
times,
in bloodshot
unease-
arrows through
feathers-
a skeletal skyline
shimmers
as if to prove
she’s still
there.
headlights chasing
ride back
home,
half
surprised
screen guy survived the
lapse alone,
stripped steelwork
in ditches
rust
in eyes of
wild kids wanting-
wishing to feel
the shiver
of
what lasts beyond
attraction.
might i think
pretty
too
if mythically
moved?
from now
i rest
grass befits nest
to lifeless
spawn
can’t tell a sigh
from yawn.
ruptured glass and
greenery
ground between
thumb and
index-
boiled down to
our primal
essence
in
effort to suppress
gag reflex.
escape habits
formed
in pellucid
layers..
well with
bleached santal,
pink salt
on crow’s feet,
a mocking nod
to noble-
both elbows on
the table,
escape eyes the
dancer
turned from
crowd..
claim to know
her
from her autographs
each photo-
a halo over
every
i
love to watch
her fly.
no whimpers heard
through
glass,
wettest of the warning
labels worn
off,
did i blame
gravity
while refusing
oxygen?
i pass the
mask-
we syphon
tank
of drawn a
blanks
empties
fast.
settling into enough
space-out,
too much..
too flatline filler
for offlined mind
to suckle,
porchlight
flutters,
call the mongrel
by pseudo
name,
drag it in before storm
kicks beneath
the belt-
flinches felt
but not
seen.
grown blissfully
bored
as mayhem
corners
self..
seldom
questions
why fear of lacking
breeds regret,
lights on loud
in attic
again-
wringing
sweat.
hands in the garden 
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