feigning
calm
on
baited line
braced for
breakneck jerk,
make it painless
as quick
be
it fate
of fightless
fish.
coloursofthesoul
blind uncertainty of
where we
rest
a breath from now
should lungs
consent,
bunkbed’s
top rung’s bent
from loaded
stance
of
bricks named
man
land upon whose
head?
swagger up to
muted
mic
stand side by
pride
with any
fool in room,
name his genius,
curse his
luck-
snicker like his jokes
don’t suck.
would say, as of late, i’m a bat
wings doming fur
and face,
cozy,
contained,
tender
as distant,
at rest.. one of many
pitted knots
on wood panel wall
in musty hut,
murmurs of
fears
of fangs and
disease
presumed in we that
light won’t
reach.
rush empty
now-
everyone
out
of spun web
mouth,
on fog breath
routes,
reflection’s
grey..
frostbitten
teeth
latch coward
needs
gums bled to
drought
don’t reach
for me
no matter
depth,
not of my
head-
the genie’s
out.
she flashes queens
to show who
leads
with
courtly will
finds us flower
framed
and mounted for
the masses,
gossip at the
gallows
shrill
and hollow,
sinking to my knees,
in lethargy-
not
to appease.
fingers
trace tan lines,
sand dries
on lips of sunshine,
as clouds recede
from grainy
gaze
has not quit
for days.
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.
hands in the garden 
You must be logged in to post a comment.