worst offender’s
prayer
on two teabag
thursday,
talking dirty more
than we like
to party
favors
for accolade,
praise be
backroom guest
won’t perform upon
request.
rhyme
might i think
pretty
too
if mythically
moved?
from now
i rest
grass befits nest
to lifeless
spawn
can’t tell a sigh
from yawn.
ruptured glass and
greenery
ground between
thumb and
index-
boiled down to
our primal
essence
in
effort to suppress
gag reflex.
mirror image
mirage
in blood pumped
puddle
lips on horizon
parting-
pleading cloud
escape
to labyrinths dark
and safe.
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.
hands in the garden 
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