precious sister

precious sister…

the journey cracks

grand science, now able, 

functions beautifully

that dreaming noodle 

rears the head 

flailing blows

and the sudden, 

hard obeisance

sleeping through those 

sweet rituals,

falling tiger

wags an 

accusatory finger

consumer of logical winds

a simpleton’s vanity 

peculiarity of the weather 

doctor points his caduceus:

inside becometh out, 

yea, verily

let us worship the

revolver medicine

as to movement,

these are but hard woman 

promises

death, a reluctant song,

now tumbling into 

guilt-ridden odyssey 

careless waves of infinite days

armies of unrelenting dawns,

one upon another,

each 

weaker

than brother

any here, for i, is her

a hopeless moonlight crumbles

her covers burn the sleepless skin

granting every excuse for you 

to slip outside

into the pisces pool of 

what is not yours

escape from the mouth

of rendering 

emptiness

find me 

in that dark place

or find something else,

whatever 

works 

at least there is always the

faint, corduroy comfort 

of believing 

that the sullen orb 

listens

we hold no such 

hopeful vigils 

for our dear, sweet  sister

of vacancy


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