Height
Palm
twisting
turning
reaching
but
I
f
a
l
l
how close
to be
to something
so wonderful
the air
rectangular
and proud
it beats still
new
against my chest
with all the shadows
casting their eyes
down
to the beat
of my heart
Eat
Can you?
curious
it is in the folds
of conversation
that we disagree
wrinkles around eyes
my hands are beginning
to look the part
the rushing wire
it empties
about the stream
over a distant
moon
where
no one
lives
anymore
how bitter
are the seeds
that hold
such sweet fruit.
Normal
The plain
beige couch
sitting against
the white wall
oh how
the colors
will rise against
that
which they do not
understand
and call upon
their efforts
to change
and enhance
strange
as it is
to see
them do
their work
without eyes
to see
bulbs
of light
press into
the skin
blistering
from the pain
and all
is right
with the world
Cruel
How do I part with you?
restless feet
wandering across
dark purple sheets
the touch
never happens
kick
but
in my mind
there is
an endless supply
of emotion
like a wavering sea
this is who I am
for always
Rope
R o u n d
rhythm of speech
vowel after vowel
the warped mingling
of words
yelled across
the hallway
in one
straight
line
cautiously
opening
locked door
the bitter sun
cruel with lack of
integrity
speaks
syllable after syllable
leave me alone
there is no reason
to burn
the fire
is beneath
my feet now
and all that aches
is the rush
of my mind
Smoke
Footsteps tile down
there is no warning from hate
bare skin kisses out
Dead
Reading tombs
of silk thread
perch
legs bent
blood beckoning
born for this
jump
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