Beached
a deathless spell in
dream space,
free to fade
past frequent faces,
sip on bliss,
release this hand,
replace me if need be..
..where you breathe most carefree
toes warming
sand.
shadow play
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.
midday meeting
friendship workload
right on time
for fake
it,
not taken for a
real boy-
all
strings,
salt drips
thru heart’s bricks,
inhale
raw throat dusk,
nothing floods
the well
but echoes become ash
once heard.
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.
hollowness
in being crowded
at taped off time of day
doorbell screams
i crank up screen
to shrink behind those
hard not to see
though i’m no better
crude and petty
palms pressed to skull moon
cold and sweaty.
true embraces are precious
and oft elusive,
still, i disengage
in haste,
fleeting as the
sigh
of escapist
mind.
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.
cloak city blows like
chewing smoke
breath etches fad
past into
glass
finish scraped
from eyes
devised to
hide
graffiti framing
flowers.
thru coal mist
glasses,
the swell of noon sun’s
fork tongue,
blood in chew of
tree gum
wedged in crack
of attic
over home help
panic.
crawled from
the mouth of crowd
to let go,
growing faint like sky,
on standby
as birds collide,
the dream blown
cold,
tap runs
rust,
too raw to hold hands
ungloved.
hands in the garden 
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