this tree was
a candle
outside storm
shelter-
rations sparse
and strewn,
can still see
the moon’s smirk..
kept eyes
pure-
while caked in
much
dirt.
shadow play
bewildered and self
defeated as
father..
tried to keep
beasts at
bay,
but the rampant
one inside
had much
to say,
yet, when he fell
asleep,
your laughs and
presence
brought
relief.
kept a few
summer
years
in my back
pocket,
for when i lose
sight
of
rainbows, smile
sealed
in scuffed up
locket,
is it sunny where
you peer..
from driver
side
of
star shaped
rocket?
a smile wouldn’t
kill me,
but face may
freeze..
in pose of the ever
pleased,
and am i really
ready
for
this
neighborly
a responsibility?
in comfort’s
clutch..
in no rush to
grow,
when floor
gives,
dare i stand?
who
knows?
in lazy’s
grip,
pale and
sick–
someone crack
a window..
quick.
it’s raining fresh
jellyfish,
and each sting
brings
greater depth of
clarity–
umbrella may
keep eyes
dry
but won’t
save
me,
pins find my
skin
thru thinnin’
canvas
like they know
where each
tender
spot
is.
weightless as
unseen,
and pleased
to be
in my tree,
overlooking sea’s
cold, murky
history
while it rages
back at
me.
looked like
a sure
bet..
it was rigged
from the
start,
to teach me there’s
no healthy
use for
regret,
never will get the
chance
back
to count my
chips..
to lose my
head,
in such blind
lack of
of
self
respect.
tried to tell
you
but white lies
found a
way
out
of
mouth,
greasy mouth..
creator of reasons
not to believe..
i’ve changed
now..
it’s true,
so, trust me when
i warn you
not
to.
i’d parade you in
every glamor
bowl
but know vanity
takes its
toll..
check my trophy’s
collectin’
dust,
turned that golden
face towards
the wall
to hide signs
of rust,
but caught
its..
reflection and
bawled.
hands in the garden 
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