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.
shadow play
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.
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.
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.
hands in the garden 
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