dark twister
in your
eyes-
peels stars from
the sky..
and scatters them
at my feet,
where i gather
each piece.
shadow play
dreamt we
spoke-
the windows
shook,
clenching
sheets-
i gritted
teeth,
then dreamt we
couldn’t
speak–
just mouthed random
sounds
in
disbelief.
the tone is
dour,
a taste grown
sour
on tongue of
beast
in need of
shower,
curtains drawn-
grim features
sketched
on wall to
see..
what’s better
left,
from tower, man
emerges
clean and fresh,
with gentler
urges.
stone by stone,
shoved up
a hill..
to roll back
down,
was built
alone–
this crumbling
home..
on fringes of now
thriving
town-
were bricks
set up..
to fall back
down.
giving all to feel
enough-
loving only to
be loved,
this latex glove,
it fits too
snug,
protects the skin-
protects the
bugs.
sent me
away..
without so much
as a wave-
no smooches
blown
to
the wind,
no fisticuff
to my glass chin,
sounds like
a “win
win“.
tomorrow wakes
me before
i’m done with
now,
then sorrows
shake me..
for what today
would not
allow.
from thinner
side of
door-
hearing voices
as real as
yours,
fear i feel them
more than
any
wanton
kiss,
ears to the
floor.
know where i
was born–
and how i’m
blessed-
even when i
forget
there’s a reason
for such
ache-
best to feel it
than deny
for happy’s
sake.
consumed by
couch-
spare change
in hair,
almost didn’t
see me
there,
kind of you to
sit with
me
if only for
a bit,
gets lonely
here
cloaked
in upholstery..
and so hard to
breathe..
must admit.
hands in the garden 
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