mirror image
mirage
in blood pumped
puddle
lips on horizon
parting-
pleading cloud
escape
to labyrinths dark
and safe.
rhyme
i’ve grown fond
of ebb
and
glow felt through
cemetery
snow,
no tear a waste on
face gone
stone
to face what’s
gone
before lilies
bask at
dawn.
fanning freakish
fashion
for
excesses
plotted too
intense
for zen of modern
moment,
reached too low
to feel my
toes
worm into
the wet.
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.
grown blissfully
bored
as mayhem
corners
self..
seldom
questions
why fear of lacking
breeds regret,
lights on loud
in attic
again-
wringing
sweat.
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.
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.
winter semester’s
leftovers
flake
like
chalk
contours me
where aspirations
fell asleep,
screen flickers with
a younger
cast
poorly paid and
painted
over
convocation
portrait
of
any student forced
to ignore
spills
on dorm room
carpets,
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.
hands in the garden 
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