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Scissored Sweetness

thought but thoughts are open
i’m all alone
left with squirrels having sea-thoughts
having over no dark

i’m buried with the drowning she loves
caught seas thought under over one last
i’ve got it sparkling
i’m seized away the having inside
but is that magic killing me
having hopes

she thinks that chest is my haven
no caught all intensifies the need to ocean
a moon nocturnal with shining crowns
over ghosted & over that sees hand showers
devils dancing in desert rains
nickname stars to freeze & thorn

we’re angels to the night
but you are my upside
these stars are nothing catch seven but toy days
just desserts that sap bad suns
crystal chosen hold all nothing
see the peppermint here

silver something swim deeps left
& i’ve thought that down in my heart
the kingdom left
i’m all alone

Threadbare

tell me a story & make it a good one
the bear you summoned from the depths of sleep
is a hobgoblin for the exit of hotels
your patched umbrella reflecting notifications
doused in the finest kerosene perfume

tell me a story, my fine wicked friend
& make it a good one to bash out of houses
distaff & defaulted from one end to the next
demented like dragons forsaken repose
in the outlying fields
windswept & barren
but full of the most candlelit desires

tell me a story, you clever one
not half-remembered but colorfully dreamed
without distance
designed in the smoke of the city
forever insisting
to be misunderstood in the mind

& the heart enigmatic
a wonderful waystation
to endlessly tell me a story
& then fall to sleep

The Spill Drip Trap

it’s midnight on the train
the moon is sphering clouds
everything above is cold below
& so it goes
this midnight is my dream

the moon it does parade
my tempest is a globe
everything above is cold below
& so it goes
this moonlight is my storm

it’s midnight in my brain
the moon is sphering globes
everything above is down below
& so it goes
this midnight growing cold
& so it goes
this moonlight is my life

Peppermint Nickname

i’m having the thought that i’m a bad catch
down under deserts & over the seas
nothing left over but no thoughts to catch
she hopes she sees me one last time

this haven i’ve chosen is over the seas
nothing left open but caught in the chest
i’m having the thought that my heart will freeze
she hopes she sees me one last time

i’m having the thought that i’m all alone
buried in deserts & drowning in seas
nothing left over but no hand to hold
she hopes she sees me one last time

dark magic intensifies down here in the deeps
stars sparkling showers but caught in the chest
i’m having the thought that i’ve ghosted away
she hopes she sees me one last time

Veranda

think of a word & don’t tell me so
the dreams you have are not my seems
perfect pitch in a perfect pool
forgetting everything but the bat in the bath
thinking of youth & you won’t let it go
together tuneless tapped in a fervent wish
nothing left but leaving soon
forgetting everything but the bat in the bath

never noticing your own tools & trades
leaving nothing but oceanic spray
never noticing your own tunes & tales
when summer is over our funhouse days
thinking slowly & always inside
the dreams you have are not my seems
never worried to leave soon
forgetting everything but the bat in the bath

think of a dream & turn it to ash
the words you have are not my jam
taking for granted your pens & keys
when summer is over our funhouse days