these bloodless
fingers
tap cinders from
unlit cigar,
smog billows
within,
the
char of
black tea breath
on skim milk
skin,
bathwater swirls,
i clutch at
pearls
like
stars liquify
once peeled from eyes..
do sting
in warning winds.
rhyme
rock, paper swan tongue slithers
into folding legs
of scissors
silver blinding hordes
in corners
numbed by grind of
mind traps
mice..
arch and writhe selves
out of vice.
Window Seat
knees drawn
into locked position
glance out glass
through paint on sneer
between
digesting sighs
i make eye contact
with every
passing
deer
in
disgust
of my disguise.
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.
shad flies storming
skull flag
cabin
spy them orbit crumbs
now bone
just winks before mum
quilted over
door
to summer
scabbed on roof
of mind-
dreams of luna
in my
lap
enshrined.
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.
you’re a chord change
in quicksand
song
rewound to skip
the fade,
smokescreens only delay
mirror’s gaze,
each surface
blemish-
a stroke of
genius,
both hands firmly on
your helmet,
i spit hornets
but half mean it,
watching a dove
land
in desert hand
of man
like shrine to
longing.
sun kissed music
is a portal
to nostalgia
sponged from pictures
scattered over
split foundations,
daisies strain through teeth
like train tracks-
pleas for pardon while
sweat hardens,
planting garbage in
dream gardens.
lone light
in barren lot,
do you dream? dare i dim
the haze over graves not yet grey,
bless a breath to deaden hate,
reimagining escape
so late.
chatter plucks on nerves
then becomes the chirp of birds
shunning words and fenced in meanings
embracing the beauty of being
and freedom to
dream
hands in the garden 
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