ride me like the
longshot
in
a one horse
race-
still fails to
place.
coloursofthesoul
i hold your eyes
in mine
to
feel what you
dream
when not
seen.
coward kindles
cannon
fired void of
feeling
aftermath of
strike..
the match and
turn from
flash.
all but gone.. or
belong
to taming of
tigers
war for last
bone.
wrong strain of
weather
to wave my
feather
like all’s
fine-
dodging scowls from
strangers
over
scars don’t feel
like mine.
making mental
contact
with tipping stool
in closet,
mercy..
knot me fingertip
to wrist,
to deny me
fists.
cramped toes inching
outside
chaos greases
tracks
to
no mask dance
one heel
in
last chance fades
mid flash.
unearthing cross
of bones
not far from hole
a home
recedes from
sunny
side
of street for
relief
worms between
sheets.
tasked in haste
to hatch
but
shell won’t
crack
while under
attack.
savor boredom’s
breath
like salted
honey
glaze my page
for days
to
distract from
poise i
lack
as
loafer baked
away in
back.
hands in the garden 
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