Nightshade (Reel Unravels..)

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in moon ash of
window

lay dear
bird-

broken
bust

sculpted
in fit

of
panic,

midst random
blinding
flash

of
passion-

relic toppled in
restless
gust-

barely fussed
up its

feathers,

beneath crumbs of
our palace

lay bird’s form
freed from
marble,

helpless, in teeth
of troubles

and all these
twisted

fingers ever
do to

mend matters,

is reach for
blade-

and chisel
away
as

sun
scatters.

****

refuse the scheme
rich beast

of mirror if
jaws

glean in twilight
bared to
you-

don’t excuse the
breath of
this

stone faced
creature-

all he does is
scare..

..so BOO.

****

turn you like
the joker
up my

sleeve,

shake the chains
or leave,

i’m going
broke

my
only
promise

and time keeps
dripping

from cracks
nobody
sees.

****

still so wanting of the
wrong needs

to please his way
around the
room
to

soothe a poor
me heart-

dabbing at
bleed-

he’s nothing, aches
for more

so marches in,
buys the
store-

and
leaves.

****

..wasn’t as she
described
and

neither was
the pie,

but it filled
a hole

over stuffed
and

grossly
underwhelmed

in diner
with

no soul.

****

i’d never hunt
a fly,

i’d lick him with
my eyes

brush his
wings,

don’t talk me
down

i invite
it in

but won’t
share

shit with
him.

****

was your top
twist off

a hug and kiss
too soon?

did first mouthful
sting your
lips?

did you take
that

second
sip

too
quick?

still getting over
living sick.

****

i set fire to the
last sign

pointing out
shortcut

mind carved
of stone,

held together, scotch
tape and glue

no matter the
stretch

i roll on back,
do you..

still catch light
through

my foggy
blues?

echoes of nightshade’s
rasp as

sun blinds through
cracks of

underpass.

Morning Breath

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cast watchful eye
through the
night

when morning
blinks

i’ll pick up the
battle,

please, a few more
winks, so
that

i may be
able.

****

perched atop
fencepost-

view from this calm-
worth any
climb,

journey’s slow
to growth,

if we can breathe,
we’ve got
time.

****

words trampling
words

too bound or boxy
to describe

what needs revival
to survive

another kick in
the name-

amidst flaring up
of prides.

****

truth’s shadow
haunted

open
wounded

we shelved
storms-

tin soldiered on,

both living dolls with
spinning heads

dizzy puppets, eye
hanging by a
thread.

****

bristles of lids, half-split
sockets unlit-

still, stars twinkle upon
future screened

just fragments scattered
through sleep,

and no fresher is night’s
breath by morning.

the reel keeps on rolling..

delivered sick and
pale from
jail-

recess rings,
in run the fools,

a bored boy drifts
from dream
to dream

’bout being home
schooled,

introverted and
perverse-

fingers over
flames?

red hand, deep
in daddy’s
purse?

tell me..

which burns
worse.

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another stone
chipped
off

cliff perched
over

sea of blue
bricks,

dark gravel skies
answer no
why’s?

this rush of
relief..

just pepper and chalk
where stood

rows of
teeth.

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tailor’s
out

of golden
straw,

it’s a faithful
fool foil-

still spinning that
old wheel

’til it screeches
to seizure
from

lack of
oil.

Patent Pending

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in restless shakes,
so word
sick

lips boiling
bubbles,

echoes of baby
mumbling

behind travel guides
with worldly
minds-

stream of colors bled
from dreams..

brush the eyes in a
patchwork sky-

keeps them wide
and wet like
mine.

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can’t live with
him,

won’t forgive
women

for the fact he was
born unto
one

mom,

i can’t sleep
with him,

most nights i lay
beneath
him

those claws left
a mark,

dad..

even in the
dark,

no..

i’m not
sad.