the still frame of
youngest
gum wadded
to wall-
bookending two deeply
dead plants
hands failed in
thriving-
set alarm to water kids
by morning.
stream of conscious
leveled by loss at the
foot of whose
cross..
my heart with
feather
dipped in
blood
of
man made
flood.
should i tease
truth
from
treacheries?
..refuse to
stay
buried within
chest
caves under
regret.
hands tremble then
recede
like my body’s
braille
of language
failed
to mend intent
unsaid.
a bowl gathers
dust-
guarding keys that
seldom
turn
in lock of
door
impaled till
sore.
where are you
when
elsewhere and
scared
that you were
followed
there?
friend dearest reaches for
my hand on
stroll
and it’s a little
hard to
hold
hope when not
in control
of
the price of
gold.
sinking stripped
down-
splayed on couch
in mind,
vacant pleasures
at hand-
still feel it when
imagined..
you were here
tucked
into
me
like love note
used to
read.
ride me like the
longshot
in
a one horse
race-
still fails to
place.
i hold your eyes
in mine
to
feel what you
dream
when not
seen.
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