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in packard skin
in packard skin reflected
mirrored in the sheen,
alone with only the desert
desolation filled her eyes,
taking gold braid lasso
began to be fluid
with rope,
legs damp under nylon cover
breasts swelled in warm lace,
remembering that match box town
that ignited under her touch,
dust rose,
she had claimed the sun
heat closed about skin,
a game without kisses
and dead flower grief,
heaven would know
of her crimes
the dead that where still afraid,
in a packard skin reflected
spice tainted tongue
needed moisture,
as lasso swirled in frenzy,
acrid fragrance of death
chose to pursue
waiting and smiling,
mushroom column
elevated behind her
it to
reflected in a packard skin
the wicked binds tightly
a house wreathed with cobwebs
and love letters turned to mud
behind unwashed curtains
and one last ticking clock,
creaking thunder and a rising breeze,
chance sat on the shoulders of the couple
who hand in hand
washed in rain,
where rings of secret words whispered,
blinked as if stardust clung to eyelids
afternoon fragrance of apples
from nearby orchard
ripe waiting to be picked
and placed in basket,
within those walls he saw them
bite flesh letting juice
run over lips as they embrace,
but they would share with a nest
of memories and swept away brutality,
no stars would shine inside,
and it would be clever to reside
with those ghosts without rest
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the zoo inside
loves dozen roses of nonsense
absorb the tears
bowing scarlet faces
like captives not yet freed,
unable to see the stony sky
witness to this fall
grey wet clouds furrow
sun struggles to shine,
she knelt thinking of his heart
as a homeless man
moving into oceans waves
shouting at the albatross
with salt tainted voice,
he was baptized
and she became afraid
of the creatures inside him
lurking with their brutal flesh
beyond fables tale,
waves over him
spray and foam he fell
swept out
her tears continued to fall
standing
walked into the garden
with a ghost of no return
his path named as a storm
that rent open her gates
she could not hold anymore
restless memories
and vertical shining eyes
it would be a fresh start
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