fingers
trace tan lines,
sand dries
on lips of sunshine,
as clouds recede
from grainy
gaze
has not quit
for days.
coloursofthesoul
derpy walrus in
a teacup
bobbing in the
milk and
muck,
dumb luck veils the
view above
where
success stays stuck.
robes wrung of
colour,
a case
in the corner
of
collector
counts spectral
visits
come
too frequent,
front claws
fidget..
fasten mask
in haste
to polaroid
face.
rusted lipstick
kleenex chews
through pocket like
secrets tighten teeth
behind wheel PVC squeaks.
it was same toddlers
left tending
garden
never sampled sweet
straight from
the seed
rather, blooming
into own
feast
when arose
need.
these bloodless
fingers
tap cinders from
unlit cigar,
smog billows
within,
the
char of
black tea breath
on skim milk
skin,
bathwater swirls,
i clutch at
pearls
like
stars liquify
once peeled from eyes..
do sting
in warning winds.
rock, paper swan tongue slithers
into folding legs
of scissors
silver blinding hordes
in corners
numbed by grind of
mind traps
mice..
arch and writhe selves
out of vice.
Window Seat
knees drawn
into locked position
glance out glass
through paint on sneer
between
digesting sighs
i make eye contact
with every
passing
deer
in
disgust
of my disguise.
Beached
a deathless spell in
dream space,
free to fade
past frequent faces,
sip on bliss,
release this hand,
replace me if need be..
..where you breathe most carefree
toes warming
sand.
hushed by hissing swell
of sirens
cast southeast of split
horizon
spits too vile for
virgin eyes
on
black glass
crabs
drag
islet shore
mirror for starshine
no more.
hands in the garden 
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