

eyes of the mirroreyes of the mirror looking out - you foundeyes of the mirror
a sovereign soul a wound up entity shelled within needless shame
and passing through his hands the clay of the young - the silt of man
pictures for frames lost in flicks of light burning up the night...
eyes of the mirror why must i dress the sadness of your image


acid lightsyou were farther away than the tail end of the day curled around the butt-end of a burnt-out gesture i sawacid lights
the wiser wisdom in you when you were
idling in the backseat looking for the brightest reflections among the most prosaic of puddles moments made you a
story-teller the apples of eyes the five-second fever forgetting names and making fame veiled in the morning unknown by the afternoon
i w


lexicon god my laughter cringing i sawlexicon
my eyes twitching it went right
over their heads i am a mess of words when i come home.
god the stranger in me never speaks a ruffled waking
a whitened image but lovingly slumbers and questions me it is
not enough.


bicycle tireSuch a sun in December breaking my wake, missing my morning.bicycle tire
Because I am poor in progression, I lay subjective above my covers like brittle bones among graveyard stones.
I lay obsessive below my lovers.
For the sake of something, I flee from the harbor of a house with glitter-eyes and aspirations,
but the world retires its fires, stirring the still creatures of lost bravery from class rooms and tired celibacy.
I am afraid of my mask and the mouths it grimaces when those calibrated souls aim for stares.
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