sunday dinner
a chorus of upside down
shadows
tossed through
a shattered and bleeding
window
(there is a picture for every
frame even
one that is broken)
as sunday dinner
fades to a
ketchup stain
a chorus of upside down
shadows
dances on plastic water and
yesterday's windmills
lie twisted and
helpless in
the darkness of your
broken day
glimmer
glimmer on the heap
is where i
stumble
and lie or
imagine climbing
a hill
or
or
waiting for the whales
forgotten about me
in
a black coat
where i stumble
reading instructions
are
lies
standing in water
kneedeep
looking at the glimmer
on the heap
listen no really
listen
and smell where you've
been
is dark
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