midst tire fire
times,
in bloodshot
unease-
arrows through
feathers-
a skeletal skyline
shimmers
as if to prove
she’s still
there.
shadow play
headlights chasing
ride back
home,
half
surprised
screen guy survived the
lapse alone,
stripped steelwork
in ditches
rust
in eyes of
wild kids wanting-
wishing to feel
the shiver
of
what lasts beyond
attraction.
might i think
pretty
too
if mythically
moved?
from now
i rest
grass befits nest
to lifeless
spawn
can’t tell a sigh
from yawn.
ruptured glass and
greenery
ground between
thumb and
index-
boiled down to
our primal
essence
in
effort to suppress
gag reflex.
mirror image
mirage
in blood pumped
puddle
lips on horizon
parting-
pleading cloud
escape
to labyrinths dark
and safe.
i’ve grown fond
of ebb
and
glow felt through
cemetery
snow,
no tear a waste on
face gone
stone
to face what’s
gone
before lilies
bask at
dawn.
fanning freakish
fashion
for
excesses
plotted too
intense
for zen of modern
moment,
reached too low
to feel my
toes
worm into
the wet.
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,
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.
hands in the garden 
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