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Hemmoraghing another image in my head

Bleached past the acid bath

What underlies, underneath, drawing flies

Rather be wretched instead

En masse, at mass, impasse with an empath

The bullshit doesn't last

Just piles and festers

The blister splits, dire communion, feast on the flesh of

Nuns and saints, the tongues they ate

Don't speak anymore of whores

Deeply rooted

Babylon, demagogue, unspoken by the Gorgon

I must protest

Beneath the breast of the grotesque and gorgeous

Who you have been extorting

Failed to impress

Devil in a red dress

Its intensity careens as clouds slowly glide.

The westbound wind kisses my face

and promises the arrival of Autumn.

The blue sky smiles again.

The leaves have been falling.

Squirrels harvest, they know the

cycle is unfolding.

I stand below the

great drama of the sky.

I live through the strange

lapses of light and dark.

I can sense the peace within all I see,

but my soul dreads the beautiful doom

the winds promised, the fate we share.

But not today.

I reassure my heart,

and return bravely to my

cascading fingers, linger. water rushes and i fall into myself; find new ways to swallow tomorrow. a first born baptized, feeling capsized and there's no other way to shore. anchors for ankles, unfound fire, untapped desire; find a way to borrow more. drift pass the hourglass, earth and dirt; debris in degrees. hubris in the mercury, certainly mine before yours. indulge in hyperbole, paint me on your skin to sin. the wind carries ashes, eyelashes; moments that left me thin.

***

i erase her with a word, electrons firing, she coils back in; somedays, i hide behind clouds, lapse in almond swamp, lose myself in her grasslands—she can't discover me; leave my magnet to distract her compass, clean slate, no maps, no dots, no directions, only doubt; she collects firewood, while i work in the field, dust rises at dusk, a sugarcane reed, brocade creator, she, a revelatory supernova; we have sapphire scars, a medley of knives, she keeps score—i ask her to end this masquerade.

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Gamble on the preamble

Bluff, could never get a handle

Or hold a candle

That's up to snuff

Put out the flame by the same name

Of those who never uttered such

But led by example

And it was never enough

A breath by the window pane

Gone before it came

We are meant to be different men

Undefined in the refrain

Along the way, a terrain of emptiness lasts

One day I'll forget how to be afraid

Push past glass

Reflections in the rain

Ghosts in broken homes

There are the motions, moments

Never to be spoken in vain

Underneath a kaleidoscope of hope

Going against the grain

Circles, hurt you

And then they come again

Circles, hurt you

And then they come again

I never know what to expect except

When I read further down the page

Locked and safe, secrets kept

How many skeleton keys get made?

You punch and you scrape

Gnaw and claw

Bet on black because you've already bled on red

If only they'd have seen what you saw