get dressed
the midway joker
tells a firefly
(looks at the clock)
words self inflicted
coming back to the ground
and the snow at the carnival
a firefly is getting dressed
spinning outside the
narrative of ghosts
drizzling champagne
on lonely streets
frostbitten black stockings
ruined on a treadmill
you heard it wrong
you admit but no refunds
on self inflicted words
over at the carnival
a firefly is getting dressed
untitled #66
faded denim peeling away
from your indifferent body
shades of smoke caress
a lightbulb dangling naked
from the ceiling liquid voices
gamble with your pale orange
day and there are neon
promises they flirt with
brown paper bags and
behind his mask you
cannot see the shaman's
wicked grin
now you drink the water
what else can you do
the table
a whisper through bones
of stone and paper
words naked shivering
in the broken light
your flesh trembling you
touch the blisters on a
leather hero with your
latex gloves through a
window that knows no
shame
and
you watch the wind
steal flecks of truth from
stories you no longer
remember telling
you take your place at
the table (logic is optional
you are told) so you hide
your blisters and let your
naked words shiver in
the broken light
untitled #73
curious about the cries
of hungry seagulls a
dog wanders into
a graveyard
from fog dripping halos
of pale streetlights
brief moments dark
and moist emerge
and settle on the asphalt
of indifferent streets
such is the chaos of
shattered fairytales
you own this story
it is yours but now
fall silent the cries
of hungry seagulls
(earlier)
a pair of socks
call them mismatched
if you must but all
they really are
are just two socks
one striped the other not
callback
your sighs lie hot
on my pillow but
do not worship
them they
are blindfolded
and arrived here only
recently( a betrayal
of the dolls) in
a place where lies turn
to dust and the need
to answer the telephone
is
not
urgent and where you listen
to sand tickling
your brain ( a
betrayal of style) you
want to buy
a candle why i
ask ( a
betrayal of dance)
brides
on the marble floor they dance
t'is where angels fear to tread
between the empty pews they rest
and drink from broken glasses
the cathedral hiding in the moonlight
habits undone the nuns who sinned
then ascends the choir
in sunlight dazzling
glory on their lips
and moisture on their thighs
and on their tongues
the whispers of sweet surrender
between the empty pews they dance
and on the marble floors
their darkened souls betrayed
lucifer's brides
sandals
skeletons escaping the ritual you
unfold like a map while
a fanfare of desires
cascades down a ferris wheel
you repeat the ritual
at the laundromat a
prism of doorknobs ignites
other plans
you repeat the ritual
then you listen to
the mystical sound of a
floor being swept on
the map brittle sighs play
dominos in the fog
you repeat the ritual
promises
of lost ships and naked sailors
i dream
amid paintings and sculptures
stillborn
you and i (we) dance
fireworks pierce the sky
darkened by chances lost
you remove your
disappointed body from mine
to get a (another) drink
your high heels click
and clack
towards promises we
made long ago and
didn't know we couldn't keep
in my shoes
in the fog
borderline
jump on ice
jump on ice
put on the
red velvet jacket
jump on
ice
in the fog
fog in my cup
fog in my head
fog in my shoes
borderline fog
jump on ice
jump on ice
in my red
velvet jacket
359 sweep
spend some time
with a ghost
skin
read the words
the words
and get one free
now we must
be patient
for there is no
one to embrace
you can talk all
you want
it all comes
down
to this
you want to be
forgiven
i want to be unborn
you watch a woman
bathing
i listen to the
sighs and
fill the page with
shapes dark
and unfamiliar
pull up a chair
unfinished (again)
ice breath on flesh
look at me
naked and raw
splashing ghosts
across my face
give back my
broken body
there
are places
you mustn't go
candy fire and a
green kiss
you travel light
i know
no need to tell
me again
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