ardors grip
blinding as searing light
tears open caring heart
anger as old as creation,
tears at family daisy chain
crushing stems
leaving it broken
unhooked green stems
wilting broken asunder
where was the stars
and the open eyes
heart chimed
a mother resolute
that a son will be
not dead to her
but salvage
to be gathered
and supported
mending can be heard
in the blur of tears,
fragile dreams
will be recovered slowly
with different endings
when the darkness
vanishes
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dead pilot of the apartment building
x had been an activist
man with tentative government connections
who smoked turkish cigarettes,
constant watching in his decay
bare earth surface
at his seat he had died
virus swift had come
someone in apartment 76 had coughed
still powered by central core engines
apartment building zero utopia
named as a joke
lifted it’s ungainly shape higher
loosening from the failing gravity
two hundred passengers decaying
yet within computated rooms
their souls engage
sparks electro magnetic vibration
they would immerse and combine
be the ship was guided away
zero utopia would be one
with the stars
it’s occupants entering a new existence
that darwin and the bible
could never of imagined
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soup in cans
history cannot be muted by a kiss
butterflies will not drown in your drink
dark streets do not betray your shadow
he strokes her fragrance
with a soft inhale,
a kitchen room
cabinets stove fridge and sink
table center
soup can next to opener,
between them,
the earth has not fallen
yet still they stare
not at each other
but at the can
silver topped paper wrapped,
blood smears oceans
and desert sand,
wine flavored tongues begin to talk,
as they decide
stripped of it’s cloth
the table was bare and knotted,
around her shoulders
cloth placed
as they found out about
soup and why it was in
can
others false horizons
her tears passed through
porous cheeks
to be shed again in happiness,
they opened a living room
in her head
space unmirrored void of shine,
can her body be more
than a flesh machine,
facing the cashier
was that smile as false
as nails and lashes,
did he leave you
startled by such a personal voice
that probed,
leaning back from her
leaning forward,
men are useless you know
she did not want to respond
instead put mayo
cheese and pasta in a bag
paid and left
leaving cashier
to fuss with tied back
dyed blonde hair,
waiting for another customer,
in the parking lot
a wind whipped off the lake,
opening tailgate
placed bag in,
and leaned on car side
memories studded her mind
and laughed
loud enough for only herself
to hear
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secret and vague in austerity
moon in nightspace became silversmith
light hammered over island
catching the nudity
i kept vigil over,
a saddened animal
hunched in an undergrowth habitat
i fed on something that dreams give
as i watched
her polished by tides overwhelm,
i could of been a nation on it’s knees
waiting for that one that comes
and brings a substance,
yet too afraid to show yourself
for fear of spoiling a grand occasion,
damp skin
natures jeweler working diamonds on,
a martyred bird called out
shriek of the night
she turned and i was certain of being seen
my eyes would be vivid in the darkness,
retreating with a tread so soft,
knowing as you saw swept long hair
i would not possess
despite the urgency of my loins
without satisfaction i would have to wait
as this was not the night
elephant looks in a broken mirror
when a thought becomes a fraction
divided into memory
and everyday fatigue
it settles not happy to remain
will divide again
into dreams and realization
long cerebral passageways
cluttered with electric snapshots
of a life lived long,
thinking was a process
started in the morning
after rinsing mouth and bathing
combed and prepared
opened the mind
some fractions found division harder
and became elongated spools
of tension and agitation
hands that tremor
ever so slightly
as sipping a glass of lemonade,
beneath this mass of
seething activity
normal had almost resumed
old fractions worked
looking at a photo album
your son found in the loft
other debris of a life in one place
gathered and divided
and will be when your
gone
sucking in breath
sunburnt man
wretched and weary
beneath light and rain,
thunder smelled of goatskin
and musky aftershave,
steps taken like a drunk
falling on his own
sky crossed with jets
over the park
those travelling to another
countries sun to relax,
as slowly it ceased
shimmering haze
brought glare to eyes
worn with failing status
once he was among the rest
spewing from subway to curb
urgent and despairing
eager to get home,
that place with a yard
spill of ivy
trimmed lawn,
but that page had turned
fortune walked away like
everyone else,
yet his eyes sparkled
renewed vigor in his step,
he saw the torture he once
experienced,
now he belonged to no one
bank, employer, wife
even country,
he was an independent state
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