acraein

I’ve got to go too far

now knowing I cannot

cannibalize the bar.

I find myself within the knot

of thoughts of how our stars

crossed paths and then did not.

I did not need another friend.

Dead end.

–

You needed comforting,

but I was late and left.

I felt the shuttering

implosion shoulder heft

against the door it stings

of sins your father left.

You penned

every last loose end.

–

Well love is just a place

we come to visit when

we overcome the pace

of weekly cycle spin.

And while you ran the race,

you could not get in.

A rip you could not mend.

Again.

–

And then you flew into

the wild unknown of blue.

Had I imagined it?

Or was that a bad dream too?

Had I imagined it when

your heart was made of tin?

–

I’ve got to go too far

now knowing I cannot

cannibalize the bar.

I find myself within the knot

of thoughts of how our stars

crossed paths and then did not.

I did not need another friend.

The end.

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The tongue I’m biting on

is the tongue that doesn’t quit.

And in all the old records

wish I’d used my teeth sooner.

But I don’t know the state you’re in.

Washington?

Porcelain?

I’ll wait and see.

–

Smooth skin I was writing on,

write fast, memory goes quick.

According to old records,

insight lost the fight for

I fell into a state of mind.

Borderline

cognizant

–

that I could even talk at all.

Communication’s just a thing

I didn’t have. I didn’t call.

Now it’s old and splintering.

–

The hands for writing on

are hands of a finer grit.

And in all the old records

my hands foretold the future

that I cannot see that face again.

Face of sin.

Inky skin.

A poor medium.

–

And instead I sang some psalm.

Then laid the shit on thick.

And I didn’t win awards.

I know I lost our fight for

connection of an honest kind.

A mastermind

disinclined

–

to even talk at all.

Communication’s just a thing

I do not have. I don’t recall

having said anything.

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Acetone – Germs

There’s a lifelong montage

with almost no audio

just your own breath and footsteps.

Your ride is not exquisite when

you’ve blinked and you’ve missed it.

And strangers won’t tell you you’re fascinating,

your ego cogs need more calibrating.

–

And it helps if you’ve had

a few daydreams maybe

enough to sever tethers

that tie you to this Earth.

–

It’s the meeting of

sea green green of the sea

and the green gray sky above the marina.

It’s the reach for the stars

with your feet in the waves.

–

The skin of my feet

the seed of a pearl

keeping my head above the rolling fogs

of drunkenness, lust and greed.

My light may shine but I’ll never be freed.

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