your neighbor's son lies
dying
for you
alien to the desert that
welcomes
his blood
baby's bloated bellies
ire
over
your
abandoned bounty
a lover's body
the heavens of
a new universe
and nights
are for
naming the heart's
constellations
bon ami
part your lips
with
quips
a joke
a smoke
artistry yields
Venus and Apollo
beauty
in a
brush
and you
blush
because
it makes no difference.
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words balanced
the profound and the profane
the unicyclist her arms outstretched
teeters on the brink
what mystery here
such delicate detachment
as though the air were filled with butterflies
made of gold and silver and tinsel
words.
greeting. fleeting.
hope and water.
all that life should
mean.
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