escape eyes the
dancer
turned from
crowd..
claim to know
her
from her autographs
each photo-
a halo over
every
i
love to watch
her fly.
poetry
no whimpers heard
through
glass,
wettest of the warning
labels worn
off,
did i blame
gravity
while refusing
oxygen?
i pass the
mask-
we syphon
tank
of drawn a
blanks
empties
fast.
settling into enough
space-out,
too much..
too flatline filler
for offlined mind
to suckle,
porchlight
flutters,
call the mongrel
by pseudo
name,
drag it in before storm
kicks beneath
the belt-
flinches felt
but not
seen.
grown blissfully
bored
as mayhem
corners
self..
seldom
questions
why fear of lacking
breeds regret,
lights on loud
in attic
again-
wringing
sweat.
was promised then
dismissed
what giving in
undid,
watched welts behoove
wings,
wept into wall
of winds,
fastened lid on jar
of screams
to have it shatter
in fingers.
would they remember
what was
hid
where
flies won’t find
By
Midnight
dig for inspiration
bankrupt,
koiless pond brought
to listless
simmer,
fancies glimmer
three shades
fainter
since cache
cleared-
a faceless fog
burned
off
harm’s threshold
should i
cross.
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.
hands in the garden 
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