the cool sweat of
silence,
a cruel drowsy
pause
for bite like dark coffee
and deep people
reflecting
loss,
fevers bubble under
fangs of
frost.
poem
glitter splattered on
bald beach,
caught flexing like
car salesman’s
teeth,
i can’t reach can in
unlit fridge,
ever kiss
frostbitten lips?
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.
melancholy dressed
in dream-
bleeds from
ceiling,
best not
call
after locking
door
in the face of
friends-
fade to smile
again.
is the freezing
done?
love’s precious
sun
shed like lifetimes
upon tongue
knows
no resolution
or relief
from.
honey eyed on high
tire treaded gum wad grey
a cattle train refrains decay
a cloud of flies latching stars
in ice cube trays
night ends showered in steam
cached in daylight.
shaded in
quiet
on
dug up
boneyard bus
‘tween deadbolt
vents
gasp chimney
hearts-
a watched sun
danced.
frost feathers window
into safe room
no longer breathes
no longer knows
it’s here to hold you
until see through.
sticky cherry cloud
swells
in corner of a room
on the take,
no prayer chaste enough
to penetrate
the lecher
watching stars deflate.
hands in the garden 
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