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.
poem
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.
perfect cosmos in
a bubble,
burst by
poison pin,
out of touch with
time vows
pain.
i sigh
deep lunged
and
float back in
thru overstretched
membrane.
rusted lipstick
kleenex chews
through pocket like
secrets tighten teeth
behind wheel PVC squeaks.
it was same toddlers
left tending
garden
never sampled sweet
straight from
the seed
rather, blooming
into own
feast
when arose
need.
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.
hushed by hissing swell
of sirens
cast southeast of split
horizon
spits too vile for
virgin eyes
on
black glass
crabs
drag
islet shore
mirror for starshine
no more.
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.
bending to seductions
shading in blanks
moonrise glazing eyes
too vain for thanks
never granting self the chance
to be surprised
well sown but not growing
and its showing
who cares?
not love.
hands in the garden 
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