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And why does her gawd let
her play these games?
Frequently hollowing out
each hastily crafted word
just to prove she could.
Left with shells and no context,
we’ll rally those in need of
wide-eyed sunsets.
And make them blink just in time.
Initiative back breakings,
the deal breaker.

Twiddling Thumbs

Graphic.
Art taped to the inside of
my slightly slowing eyelids
cast shadows on clocks; illuminating
time left to kill.
Hesitantly, I believed everything
he told about the truths of hell.
Remember to feel.
I lied until even I believed me.
Truth and feeling intertwined in
mounting messes on my floor, and
thus far I still don’t see the connection…
I remembered to remember but
forgot to feel, and all I can hear
is Ben ringing in my ears
because everyone knows that
God Loves A Challenge.

Second Chances

Broken lungs
and on the way back down
heart thought to say so.
Stuck on repeat or so it seems
but I’d never admit a difference.
Captivation was key in transforming
a we, or us, or both if you must.
And I think I do.
Hold your tongue until everyone is seated,
arrangements completed, and
dreams seized until they’re needed.
Not entirely sure when that’ll be,
you turn to me and doubt the belief
that never is a state of mind.
In time, my little temper trap;
this world? Yours and mine.

Aiming to Please

My mouth is full.
Spitting speakeasys
followed by soul compression
inhibitions; I swear my eyes
are open, blinking baby butterfly
kisses but sending too high
and now she thinks I’m
only aiming to please.
In high demand my insights align,
sink back down, and meet the grind:
skeletons left on her path roadside.


Noteworthy new lows.

Put My Head Down and Go

Guilty pleasures, justified.
She finds comfort in my
shoulder shrug lullabies.
Wait for the drop.
Heads and beats fall
until they hang on knees,
three stories at least.
Her little pretty pleases
hesitate, almost to a flaw.
Finds common sense trifling
as she pries trepid jaw off
my devastated floor.
Words don’t dare trek
toward my morbid eligibility.

Monochrome

We’re only rhythms:
breaths expressed spent compressed
for future syllabic vivacities.
Monochrome.
But look how far we’ve come,
glance right to over the shoulder
circumstantial sighs while
over to the left accrued tongues tied
neatly knotted charted plotted.
And what’s become?
My speech as dull as
everyone’s thoughts:
running drain drills.
At least my head’s still spinning,
axis askew.
Oh, and Hallelu! for carbonation rejuvenation
(saving souls from sanity.)
Keep cloudy between my ears friend,
or foe. Phantom perceptions never know.

Dodger

Eardrums clanked kitchen cutlery
whisking words to sisters
like they had aspirations.
Oh, sit still or Madam Im adaM
will find someone who will.
I swear I’m on fire this time.
Prefer risk of repetition?
Tell your friends’ friends.
Unexpected plot twist.

Plain Sight

Plans left in plain sight,
law applies.
Knowing what was to come
I jumped. Spun twice.
And held my breath with both hands.
Eyes slammed tight,
I exhaled empathy.
But she couldn’t see either.
And as my empathy zeroed in
her sympathetic strategy
took effect, and I was gone.

Particles In Motion

So I’ve been lying,
stretching my teeth.
Seems to be a
wolf in sheep’s clothing
specialty.
Sinking claws deep
makes it all too easy.
And I do.
Smooth talker ‘til
I lose my jaw along with
words that circle drains
situated in my lungs.
Oh hell,
I only take your breath away.

Carnivore

What to say, I intra-think.
These words I deem,
ill-fitting, to say the least.
I’m dire and grim, and
maybe quick with wit.
Conniptions.