a bird of prey
bloodied
grey
sails reverse
in sky spitting piss and grit,
i spy neighbors
strut,
from screen door that
never shuts,
through mesh that lets in
all the bugs.
shadow play
a mug of earl grey to
chase the
day,
as mind floods with
fragments,
his nine o’clock shadow
like tacks down
my cheek,
kid’s supper served cold
in a dented tin
bowl..
quit watching
me eat!!
the crinkle of a
gum packet
in bottomless
pocket–
day’s lone
form of entertainment,
mustache prickles
upper lip,
left-side sleeve hangs
ripped,
unfocused with no sense
of purpose.
drool bubble bursts
brain drained
by thirst,
more trouble
talk,
a loaded
queue,
no break in
sight
my bottle
sweats,
split-shift
tonight,
i crawl with
time.
a dusty first
aid kit,
on a shelf,
in the corner of
an empty
kitchen
waiting for next
hint of
blood
to open
up.
called my tale
a lie
as shadows
of characters gushed
of flourishing
years
in star stuffed
yards
weeded once upon
a time,
but now lawn
yellows
like smiles that know they’re
all for show.
another curbside
pickup-
old frames missing
glass,
photographs as if they
could be crawled
into to
die..
glaring from the
other side–
at an exiled
sofa
that did not withstand the
burn marks of
our kind.
under mustard sky
we cover
lungs
to guard the heart from
harsh fire
winds
while fear blows warm
on desert grass
praying that the
rage won’t
last,
sparing souls
restless and trapped.
*praying for the safety and of all impacted by the wildfires currently flanking my home city.
conjuring pink magic
with friends in an abandoned attic
contact the past to forgive
what can’t be changed
to suit the
present,
fingers perched on board in tandem
shouldn’t play but we’re
bewitched
by the promise, by the quest,
four moved to seek
by unrest.
tonight’s moonlight drips
like eye drops
from sky
gods
glazing thick and
milky
rolling highlight reels
of memories
that no longer
comfort
me
though i watch with humility
to what runs
like..
someone else’s
story
hands in the garden 
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