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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

Alone With You

this is how i am
with ghost blood pumping through
your far reflection turned around
set straight
going forward
spear piercing my heart
shattering me like glass

if only i could be
torn paper cupped & filling up
like a tempest in your eyes
shining forth
with ghost blood
& nothing to doubt
but my own doubt

this is how i am
this is how i’ll be
never the twain shall meet
but always in between
a fireball phantom
borderline cowardly champion
set forth
out of sorts
broken but taped together
with ghost blood pumping through
your sweetest mirror turned around
& nothing left
but these ridiculous words