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.
creative writing
rusted lipstick
kleenex chews
through pocket like
secrets tighten teeth
behind wheel PVC squeaks.
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.
i’d have posed higher
questions
knowing what i can’t
see now,
do you still read clouds
out loud
or
call doves
to your dreams
and if so,
how?
a final dive
before summer dries,
heartbeat dim but
never dead,
time’s fog settles
over firebugs,
beauty on the
breath.
midday meeting
friendship workload
right on time
for fake
it,
not taken for a
real boy-
all
strings,
salt drips
thru heart’s bricks,
inhale
raw throat dusk,
nothing floods
the well
but echoes become ash
once heard.
hollowness
in being crowded
at taped off time of day
doorbell screams
i crank up screen
to shrink behind those
hard not to see
though i’m no better
crude and petty
palms pressed to skull moon
cold and sweaty.
hands in the garden 
You must be logged in to post a comment.