we plucked the last of
fruit infected
like
no tree nearby
objected,
flies forced to lap up
every drop
of milk,
on starched sleeves we
wiped our
mouths
then
belly slithered
south
through swollen
herd
deaf to truth’s
word
while bearing future
children
whom
would nourish those
devoid of
womb,
come crack of noon
on blistered
beach
we
paused to summon
rain-
our twin skeletons
aflame.
clearly you don’t
see me-
at least not
fully,
as i absorb to
release
that which won’t be
rendered in
speech
until
at peace.
paths crossed twice
on our first
day
and its impact
echoes
now,
though tension won’t
allow me
to stay
in one place for
so long it
fades.
wringing caffeine
hands-
shoehorned into hearse
shaped bus
on
sluggish morning
rush
i lack the push to shove
my way up
front.
chewed through pencil,
lead tip smudge
loose leaf torn up, worn
off grudge.
there’s no delighting in
memoirs of sand
between
toes
sans each rinsing
ripple
recedes as breath
slows.
streetlight sweats
through
curtains drawn from
dusk till
dew
like greasy
glue
upon petals
part
overexposing
heart.
teasing lyrics from
flat scenery,
rerevising dirty
poetry,
no one reaches me
where you
do..
you find it
lonely
too?
how are you the
mind
behind matchstick
eyes?
hatching bedside
schemes,
manners matter
little
when setting fires
to be seen.
treasure map lost
in pocket,
blonde sand floods
eye sockets
still dreaming of
rescue-
still clouded from
view..
within you know not
to reach
me
on beach starved
of trees
you know not
to find
me
resolve growing
thin-
blind to sea smoke
wafting
in.
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