not alone
this portal broke
drain even
drain odd
drain policy
festering eagle Eyed
stress.
I hear words in the white noise
too distant to obey
words in the tiles, on the flooring,
words in the stars,
words humming behind
the sounds
of the dishwasher
and these words
are lost, are
seeking homes,
ears,
hearts,
theaters.
yesterday, grimace
perplexed and then onward
she shelters seers
in her waters
then move warding passages
and get those meanings
thrust sainted moorings
across liminal spaces
between these winded passages
glands swollen
there are things left to do
moments not set to order
springs cocked, seeds watered,
mulch set to rights
laws motioned forward
sowing, I one yes away
from moving forward,
being undone
and forgotten
wall sheen, broken window glance
shattered, miscreant, a poke from the watcher,
I am straddled by cats
and gracious, like smiles, smoke
I have my minions,
they lurk, corners of wood floored rooms,
glance furtively
move to shadows
and in the words blue, gold
she was older, held over,
cornered by the moment,
honest,
broken, I grimace
conquest–this offset.
being right about a moment
a hunch
leaves paths trod down familial trees
echo, ghosted
a haunting
that gaslight memory from another time
yes.
of course.
I am broken by time, shattered crystal soul left battered and sold the won like jewels, shards glistening wound display victed, victor, victemy, solace gross betwixt and between
you console it
me
I am dream
to be sacrificed, blue tone sifted, glean
skin fixed, I am whole
and faint, shimmering by the wayside, complicated
and able, though shattered
there is no safe space to sob
these motherfuckers will eat you
there is no safe space to sob
these motherfuckers will eat you
I am over,
the end of am
death to because
cancel the accounts
of duties, frauds
consorts, broken styles
I am, now the lost
breath of fire, downward dog, be ye all damned
back-masked, inverted
the walls we are
endure beyoundgrounds
for censures.
I am done;
my life is begun
and beyond that, the sun to which I sink.
