arms linked through
clouds like
chaos,
our fadeout:
vintage and nostalgic,
a cinematic splash
on canvas
drips
thru cracks in glass
we slip.
shadow play
melancholy dressed
in dream-
bleeds from
ceiling,
best not
call
after locking
door
in the face of
friends-
fade to smile
again.
is the freezing
done?
love’s precious
sun
shed like lifetimes
upon tongue
knows
no resolution
or relief
from.
honey eyed on high
tire treaded gum wad grey
a cattle train refrains decay
a cloud of flies latching stars
in ice cube trays
night ends showered in steam
cached in daylight.
frost feathers window
into safe room
no longer breathes
no longer knows
it’s here to hold you
until see through.
sticky cherry cloud
swells
in corner of a room
on the take,
no prayer chaste enough
to penetrate
the lecher
watching stars deflate.
prescription
scribbled on my hand..
bland sunday
head buried in someone’s story,
asked for
the housekeys back,
drove to hear music move
like my body’s
steam,
night whistles through
the cracks we
dream.
dress up any
horror,
softer side of blade
on ribbon-
drag it tighter
to match mood of room,
unfasten mask
to watch them gasp in fright
daughters drape the stairs,
all eyes after
midnight.
teased and tickled in
snowfall blinds..
drawn to chin
to guard embers within
from
shadow storm
gorged on trees whole
snow angels play shy
in plain sight.
branch like a maze
of veins-
umbrella’s me
on storm-lit street,
never lived
for fear of who I’d meet,
a cracked glass candle
dripping dust,
your sleight of hand’s
got me drunk
on letter better left
muzzled in
drawer-
your bite marks
no more.
hands in the garden 
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