Sunday, February 7, 2016

imbalance

a melting mound
observing your station
from the adjacent cushion

eyelids prowling 
synapses short circuit 
chalky skin crumpled
understated buoys 
glowing rich silk

there's a warm body
iced in frazzled misfirings
connections dropped 
control center holiday 

I sink farther 
a witness 
to such tragic display
knowing coordinates lie 
outside my reach 
if you wait 
this stasis 
is yours 
for the taking
but it will consume you
a wholenother way.  


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