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so fast to nostalgia
sleep had frozen her eyes,
pulling away a draft between them
limbs stretched unwound
gleaming wounds had healed,
away from window awake,
bathroom without light
under sink cupboard with bleach and mouthwash
a bottle of bourbon in reserve,
pushed door to a crack
sat on a closed toilet seat
without that gaping void beneath his backside
sipping from the bottle,
put a hand in his shorts
rolled his penis between thumb and forefinger
damp from her
and sniffed,
faint lights illuminated heart,
head twisted sideways located tissue
shame to dab away,
as if removing her fluid,
her scent it would all end,
four years together,
she had guided him through a dry silence
concentration and love filled
earth and sky
as a solitary he would be unable to dance
and lament in lengthy boredom,
instead he stopped
stood lifting seat
dropped tissue in
pissed a long stream on continuity,
bourbon safely away,
new swarms changed names of thoughts,
into the bedroom
sprawled uneven she lay
at the window clutched the moon
and drew it back in
to be with them
a smile softer than his lips normally allow,
then settled alongside her
fireproof monkey
elastic bound thoughts
contracted as would a boiled egg
overdone,
helios hepped on jazz
found the stroke of sidewalk
blocks of bars and strip joints,
mind breathing everything
eyes registering the glass windows
of long to come
tomorrows,
when her kiss come
buick grille jaws of hell,
elastic could not tighten
anymore flared with worms
and a solitary fly,
noise flushed red of wanton art,
could i be a titan
writhing on that couch
with string hearted blonde
ivory lonely care
without tending priests,
poor dumb altar
with genius of my soul
her and my footsteps
made us kings and queens
of the carnival
and slumberers of the
dreary city doorways
carcasses when broken
words pressed to my forehead
ready to explode,
winters long wait for suns awakening,
there is no lamb in a killers eyes,
transmit feeling with each moment
breathing
knowledge escaping,
the future is out of it’s cage
unsure unsteady,
dandelion clocks dispel
it is worlds end
lighthouse of the precipice ,
word pressure tighter,
saliva wet in the mouth
like kisses from a hungry dog,
broken waves are heard
noise visible on open window,
human that feeling and being
cannot be sold,
those words are hurting
urging through skin
cracking skull bone,
my brain resists
textured ripe as an open fruit
solid as that sweet nut of pleasure,
i will continue
and watch you go adrift
on the longest wave
beyond beacon light,
nine thoughts exposed
from heaven
intermittent pulses
a cruel birth as i watch in silence,
forgetting that the past had been
imprinted with us,
this place with meadow near
would fall into ruin
without us
multiple coincidences
unfathomable satin pillow of sky
over city my coeval,
traffic noise curtains billowed
as i lay in the comfort
with only my own breath
sounding out,
bedclothes scattered wadded
into masses on that blue carpet,
timing had been the measure,
this was my place
no motel with bleak neon,
i could consume my life
in whatever way i wanted
without intervention or lust on time,
a fly would hover
before i found yesterdays news
to roll and crush that fragile
gossamer winged creature,
she had not quite gone
her touch left indentations beyond
fingerprints visible on my skin
pressure points that excited
to that blazing exclusion of my mind
nebulous shimmer near
opaque evaporation,
my vision light and molecules
on the retina,
i was more absorbed by my feelings
that the sound that cut into my life
of tires losing grip
metal impacting on interstate collision
noise and destruction
someones life consigned to a slab,
i did not move
tingling fingers and toes
aware of sirens
the knocking of eager fists
pounded
then a torch shone
locating life in my eyes,
the road had claimed her
of that i was sure,
now my bed
within this city
my coeval,
we had lengthened shadows
together
now i lay still
Hair Yellower By Torchlight
.86 acre of land
a vine crawled house,
boathouse at the extreme
in this place
tongued by wavelets,
scented moss,
naked
upon moth devoured
blankets,
i saw her hair
was yellower by torchlight