Downward Drops

some random
thoughts creep in
so frightful
,

most sit upright in sheets n’ cast
that blank slate, checkmate
fuck-off stare,

grey n’ bland as silicon high-rise
elevator chit-chat and the
bla bla blahhs all spiral
down to furnace
basement.

i’d rather have a scare
rip each hair from
my clammy
body,

and slice flesh clean thru
to gummy marrow, toothpick
chippin’ away
at bone

than have it
leave me alone
.

in truth, i’d rather succumb to own
heart’s glumness then mumble
off into death’s hummin’
numbness.

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Driftwood on a Beach

below the drips of dreams you
melted while helpless in
bruised hands,

forever child explores the
feather brushed against her,
a tingly pleasure from that
kid from roughneck
town over,

out at sea, spotless outlines
of our bodies still
carve up the
sands,

suddenly all beauty’s
washed from dull
scenery,

and last memory waves
you back out
to sea,

some driftwood
on a beach.

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In Swarm the Seraphs

can’t hurt me really but still
they gouge me, but please don’t mock
these selective memories
with nobody,

’cause hurting can get you
cut here, and worse, late
love can even get
you buried

and nights spent in deserts
leave the slithering
soils no bodies

now heaven’s cast its
haloed horde to
foil me
.

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French Doors Over Morn’s Moors

door in dusty room
swings open

and blasts sunshine thru
these achin’ x-ray
bones,

spring on the insides embody
lungs’ fresh n’ breezy
rush of free,

somewhere welcoming to hang
an anchored heart up and
just breathe,

for what passes as daytime
preens and flares up
as fearsome night,

shrinking to speck
in shadows born of
heart’s charged
light.

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the frosts that cost us

a former poem given wings,

squint the buds shut to deflect
any melting pixels on
a flat screen,

as twin wi-fi towers crash
south and splice the
skyline at its
seams,

or so it largely
seems,

a heartbeat slowed to a shrug,
in sinew grown around
embedded slug,

a soul consumed by
such a lethal
frost

once a clearest window
now the rusty gates
to loss.

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Promise in Paint

if we’ve written all the songs
then can we change how
we hum along?

and i’ll change to sing as if
i were the strong you
always painted
me,

with pink crayons and magic
markers when i was worth no more
than cum wad in torn-up
napkin,

so, thank you for the
pretty painting.

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Grouch (Sir Slouch)

Grouch fancied self a cretin
since early infancy
in dirt,

showed up late for his
own still birth
.

Grouch smoked a wretched
stogy in light operating
the white room
,

only to blow it’s death
in flinching face
of West Wing
nurse.

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