thru coal mist
glasses,
the swell of noon sun’s
fork tongue,
blood in chew of
tree gum
wedged in crack
of attic
over home help
panic.
thru coal mist
glasses,
the swell of noon sun’s
fork tongue,
blood in chew of
tree gum
wedged in crack
of attic
over home help
panic.
crawled from
the mouth of crowd
to let go,
growing faint like sky,
on standby
as birds collide,
the dream blown
cold,
tap runs
rust,
too raw to hold hands
ungloved.
arms linked through
clouds like
chaos,
our fadeout:
vintage and nostalgic,
a cinematic splash
on canvas
drips
thru cracks in glass
we slip.
is the freezing
done?
love’s precious
sun
shed like lifetimes
upon tongue
knows
no resolution
or relief
from.
sticky cherry cloud
swells
in corner of a room
on the take,
no prayer chaste enough
to penetrate
the lecher
watching stars deflate.
dress up any
horror,
softer side of blade
on ribbon-
drag it tighter
to match mood of room,
unfasten mask
to watch them gasp in fright
daughters drape the stairs,
all eyes after
midnight.
blue breath in playground
older dogs off leash,
ice rinks in backyards
kid neighbor’s father screams,
night stars frosted to my glasses
woodsmoke whispers
winter’s name
like crystal.
teased and tickled in
snowfall blinds..
drawn to chin
to guard embers within
from
shadow storm
gorged on trees whole
snow angels play shy
in plain sight.
branch like a maze
of veins-
umbrella’s me
on storm-lit street,
never lived
for fear of who I’d meet,
a cracked glass candle
dripping dust,
your sleight of hand’s
got me drunk
on letter better left
muzzled in
drawer-
your bite marks
no more.
thought a word and watched it dissolve
until freed from memory,
held too long for change to
find me, stiff and chilled on back porch gazing,
taken with strange forms and shapes
consumed by snarl of
shadow snakes
in garden left
to molder..
midst our absence felt
within these
walls.
You must be logged in to post a comment.