Tongue Tired

the world cries sellout in a
blackout and fades our scene
into white background, no space
in which we may free limbs to
twist, all vice no voice left n’
i’m all hoarse shout, but it
won’t keep the blue birds
holding up my words
from flyin’ out

twisted so hard my
eyes just flew
south,

please ignore the tongue
twisting up my
mouth.

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In Shadows Miscast

when i arrived the first time
it felt like i’d passed the
the exit sign a few
too many times

and each time round the skies mixed up their
faces makin’ the birds graze our tree tips
midst the spread of heart’s evils
through heart shaped holes
punched in all the
missing people,

i’ve knelt in shit
for missing
steeples
.

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Bar Band in Low Demand

frontman with no front teeth
croons his demons loose for
an empty crowd o’ chairs
in some tavern
band,

and numbed down drummer, trips all
over his beat until it sweeps the
lost soul from each
empty seat,

band’s one note song begs
repeat ’til no end on
these endless
days

and unplugged jukebox
in the corner never
even asked to
play.

image: https://www.imagekind.com/art/Jukebox-Saturday-Night_art?IMID=32528e55-d9d5-40ba-859e-1073e51e6d56

image: https://www.amazon.com/Band-Musicians-Rock-Music-Lover/dp/B01AL7MTPA

Dinner Host (the Table's Ghost)

a fresh corked bottle stands up
in the middle of undressed
table and gathers dust
like dinner guests,

and not a scrap falls below our
level elbows to the unrest
of gaunt n’ roving
graveyard
pets
,

but the gristly feast ain’t
over yet, and i know this
cause popped cork
just grazed my
sober head.

image: https://www.newyorker.com/tech/annals-of-technology/how-science-saved-me-from-pretending-to-love-wine

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Gold Leaf Tea

turned in the killer n’ all
his money just before
it made me

ugly and greed paid me to be
the kind of man who’s skin
glows green when talkin’
down all that’s light
and sunny,

from so many trapdoor skies
above me, for they all drop
now so golden bricks
n’ heavy

its harps and heavens
still avoid me.

well i’m here if they ever wanna
knock on bark and join me
in my tree knot for a
warm-up cup o’
gold leaf
tea.

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The Lost Piece

i picked it up and just stuck it
where i thought it
best fit,

then hasty me, i picked it
up again and tried to
stick it somewhere
different

then the regret hit, but tight space
in which it once forced a fit
had gone and filled in on
itself without the very
it that once fit,

and what’cha want, love?
there’s nothing more
to it,

you wanna read somethin’
different then go
write it.

image: https://fineartamerica.com/art/paintings/broken+mirror

image: http://photographmag.com/reviews/bing-wright-broken-mirrorevening-sky/

Pale Birds of Heather

the pale birds of
haunted heather

have flown the flue for
a tall glass o’ fresh
squeezed water

and palms of pleasure’s balmy coves
somewhere other than home
where trimmed branches
warp in droves,

she fails in freeing clipped wings
time’s sewn into sofa’s
leather,

n’ wipes her blue nose on
old starchy cloth she
calls new clothes
.

image: https://www.ecopetit.cat/ecvi/oxhbxx_birds-flying-smoke/

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