escape habits
formed
in pellucid
layers..
well with
bleached santal,
pink salt
on crow’s feet,
a mocking nod
to noble-
both elbows on
the table,
shadow play
escape eyes the
dancer
turned from
crowd..
claim to know
her
from her autographs
each photo-
a halo over
every
i
love to watch
her fly.
grown blissfully
bored
as mayhem
corners
self..
seldom
questions
why fear of lacking
breeds regret,
lights on loud
in attic
again-
wringing
sweat.
was promised then
dismissed
what giving in
undid,
watched welts behoove
wings,
wept into wall
of winds,
fastened lid on jar
of screams
to have it shatter
in fingers.
would they remember
what was
hid
where
flies won’t find
By
Midnight
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.
peeling planets
from
relic treehouse
ceiling,
dangling
stars
like tinsel earring
prom queen
fantasy
in fading
car,
pity you still
shame
me
for not praising
all must
sees..
how long lost
we are.
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.
winter semester’s
leftovers
flake
like
chalk
contours me
where aspirations
fell asleep,
screen flickers with
a younger
cast
poorly paid and
painted
over
convocation
portrait
of
any student forced
to ignore
spills
on dorm room
carpets,
i watch you
heavy
haunt my
way
up
ladder
onto kick out
stool,
attic toys don’t
play
with kids from
dried up
pools,
from beyond
voices
twist
like fishing line
around my
fists.
grassy past fades
grey here,
arm cocked to throw
my pet
rock
thru end credit
screen,
freed now I’ve
shown
you
the folders i
got into
while
you sipped
pinky
up
on fumes and
cream.
hands in the garden 
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