dig for inspiration
bankrupt,
koiless pond brought
to listless
simmer,
fancies glimmer
three shades
fainter
since cache
cleared-
a faceless fog
burned
off
real’s threshold
should i
cross.
poetry
peeling planets
from
relic treehouse
ceiling,
dangling
stars
like tinsel earring
prom queen
fantasy
in fading
car,
pity you still
shame
me
for not praising
all must
sees..
how long lost
we are.
can’t help but kiss
with menace
out of closet
shade
though i know
penance
may bruise where her
breath won’t
soothe
blisters under
band-aid.
i watch you
heavy
haunt my
way
up
ladder
onto kick out
stool,
attic toys don’t
play
with kids from
dried up
pools,
from beyond
voices
twist
like fishing line
around my
fists.
grassy past fades
grey here,
arm cocked to throw
my pet
rock
thru end credit
screen,
freed now I’ve
shown
you
the folders i
got into
while
you sipped
pinky
up
on fumes and
cream.
No Clean Landing
runaway ride
stalled at first red
weeds spring from skull
weighted down by
clouds-
too close to ground
to veil the
bright
reminds me just how small
i sigh when throat
grows tight,
should we
‘face to face’ again
before the end writes self
from ledge,
we’ll still
jump..
in both feet
wet.
in zigzag crowd
of any
mall
on
standby,
sea
of returns-
patron ants
swarm,
guards pocket
palms
and swallow
glass
cutthroat demands
outweigh the
cash
in locked up
hands,
it’s
Cheater’s Math
dear, dare i
accept
the limits of
a smile
in the heat of
distress,
stripped of prince
gown-
all fashion, no
function,
no comfort in
the nude,
hostile
to seduction-
am behind the
glass flirt
in moods most
perverse.
last strand of season
braided into
next,
which colors beckon
birth?
enwombed in soil,
why stay?
when dream was
to become
bouquet.
blow faux kiss
to flatter
tattered toy talking
without moving
mouth,
moth wing pinned
to pillow
not
casualty of dust
storm
not
without its
charm..
toadstool from
his torpor,
spare me the
stupor
of logic and
order
spoil madness with
meaning.
hands in the garden 
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