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Pixie-light,
a firefly
agitated in my
breast.
1:00am solitude
caresses
me with its
burdensome
echoing silence,
pressed heavy
on my eyelids.
A memory,
he glows within
me,
stripped of tissue
and muscled
organs,
an iridescent
flutter
swaying between
impulses and
chemicals.
Internal sight
traces each
branching, dendrite
line,
etched into his wings,
my dragonfly.

_______________________


Fetal slumbers
compressed
within your
symbiotic cocoon.
Limitless dreams
unfolding
betwixt infinity,
the delicate
contingency
of a great
mystery.
Breathless thumping
rotating planetary
orbit
as bones splint
beneath the
skin
wings ardent
in their
release.
Breathless thumping,
in nearly
soundless
planetary orbit.

_____________________________


Placid pools
hollow,
gates of the mind
sunken
beneath the surface
where I am
a whisper
pinned.
Each tender
honey pill,
passing through
slippery tunnels,
calming the
torrent.

___________________________


Sausage Fingers

6:00am
faded fantasies
dwindle.
Sausage fingers
bloated and blotched
creep like
convicts under
the quilt,
my lips
a mote of
shame
are
lit by knickknack
fouled
street lamp
glare,
through the
wizened
dusty shades.

_____________________________

Olean

Fifty pounds of black
ink soaked
blanket spread on
journey worn limbs
while the cars dance
neurotically hypnotic,
tragically blind past
the hollow trees,
silhouettes past 5:39.
Man made lights
whisper-will crafted,
sparkle
beneath thick twilight.
My moth eyes
are addicted
to the scattered
flickering amongst the
enchanted hills.
They're filling thoughts
with memories,
to the brim,
and over.
Lights on the lake,
a fairytale circus.


Christmas Holiday

God smeared on the Bible Belt,
I knelt under heaven,
my skin cracked raw
finger tips praying under
this week long Christmas holiday.
I'm ready for the new year,
to erase these complications,
hypocritical obligations lingering
webs between my thoughts.
Fake smiles meet glistening eyes
trying to read secrets
on each others face,
blood related strangers with
their mutterings of Jesus.
"Those homosexuals. Disgusting.
They'll be sent to hell."
While the innocence of frozen water
cascades to the ground,
each flake baring a face of God.
Quiet witness to the verbal genocide,
I disappear retract up the staircase,
harboring silent anger and agony.
God is smeared across the Bible Belt,
An indescribable identity being re-wrote.

Untitled

He is a child of
indigo
born from hazey
storm cloud folk,
silent embers
suffering the din
of open eyes
for tresses of light
illuminating
the minute
lines of the soul.

I have traversed
by my own pace,
footprints sticking
thunder on the grass,
wind whispering
hollow in eddies
of my ears.

His afternoon rain
eyes behold
the mist,
a lithe figure
leaning against
the railing,
in contemplation of
watery graves.

I pause, creeping
across the dreary
late noon town,
stone in hand
and breathless.

Over the bridge,
stone flies silent
into the frigid
liquid darkness,
capped with foam
and grime.
Today,
no corpse will
be added to
The Raquette.











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