paths crossed twice
on our first
day
and its impact
echoes
now,
though tension won’t
allow me
to stay
in one place for
so long it
fades.
coloursofthesoul
wringing caffeine
hands-
shoehorned into hearse
shaped bus
on
sluggish morning
rush
i lack the push to shove
my way up
front.
chewed through pencil,
lead tip smudge
loose leaf torn up, worn
off grudge.
streetlight sweats
through
curtains drawn from
dusk till
dew
like greasy
glue
upon petals
part
overexposing
heart.
teasing lyrics from
flat scenery,
rerevising dirty
poetry,
no one reaches me
where you
do..
you find it
lonely
too?
how are you the
mind
behind matchstick
eyes?
hatching bedside
schemes,
manners matter
little
when setting fires
to be seen.
treasure map lost
in pocket,
blonde sand floods
eye sockets
still dreaming of
rescue-
still clouded from
view..
within you know not
to reach
me
on beach starved
of trees
you know not
to find
me
resolve growing
thin-
blind to sea smoke
wafting
in.
leveled by loss at the
foot of whose
cross..
my heart with
feather
dipped in
blood
of
man made
flood.
I’ve only ever
really..
stumbled thru time’s
debris
on
quest for sturdy
stance
and
though i yet
falter
its
on lighter
feet-
in awkward
dance.
hunger gazes
into
two succulent
pools
of
wild honey and
drool-
sponged from lips
in vain
and
tongued from tip before
cone drips
again.
hands in the garden 
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