watching two grey squirrels
warring in a tree
as i sip
drugstore tea,
the plumes of vapor
comfort me
while i too am
sparring,
just internally.
spiritual evolution
teasing just enough
of your story
to keep me
wading
in the telling
of a past
that held no
promise,
till you spilled
the secret.
callous whispers in
a tunnel..
underground,
where the ghosts
of engines
rattle and chill those
yet standing
solemn–
atop raised platform,
poised to step
into an even
darker
sea.
someday i’ll
take it,
that ride with a
a stranger,
knapsack in
the back,
eyes shimmering
silver,
one day we’ll
make it,
to that wave from
shore,
shrouded by
cool sea
mist
a welcome home
i can’t resist.
lines were crossed
on a desert
trip
in dead-end
heat,
reanimated by shared
breath
atop arid soil
brought to a boil
by single
match-spark kiss.
purge me of
disgrace,
wipe stains from
my stained glass face..
hides not my
age,
relieve all
punctured parts
that flaunt the
freshest
marks
on oak bark
carved.
dreamt my
birth
and of distractions of
the lifetime that
followed
without direction
determined,
no purpose
defined,
awkwardly walking that dark
crooked line.
a bird of prey
bloodied
grey
sails reverse
in sky spitting piss and grit,
i spy neighbors
strut,
from screen door that
never shuts,
through mesh that lets in
all the bugs.
a mug of earl grey to
chase the
day,
as mind floods with
fragments,
his nine o’clock shadow
like tacks down
my cheek,
kid’s supper served cold
in a dented tin
bowl..
quit watching
me eat!!
the crinkle of a
gum packet
in bottomless
pocket–
day’s lone
form of entertainment,
mustache prickles
upper lip,
left-side sleeve hangs
ripped,
unfocused with no sense
of purpose.
hands in the garden 
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