delusion

with flattened palms on ravaged skin,
watch me while you rub salt in.
rough grained in my still wet wounds,
(please ignore the bleeding, baby),
this sting is what soothes.
don't brush tears off my anguished
face.
let my screams impale the fragile place.

strip me naked
raw & open.
opaque blue face.
hushed assurances of commiseration. minutes fall like brittle metallic hued leaves,
like skirts around
around my ankles.


in rounded heaps,


quietly. hours.
swim by, masquerading as each other, all the same. the same as the next and the one before.
ghost voices
somewhere
they don't belong, tapping a
syncopated warning .
'maybe we could be together and then we could be alone.'
and they whisper into wind, whistle
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vague places...unpunctuated.
ideas & implications.
modest admittions and blatant exaggerations.
clu ms y han ds
disobeying fingertips,
stripping polished words to their fleshbloodbone.
minds in the matrix spaces, somewhere in the fragile lace between.
a knotted labyrinth, illuminated. inspired. perspired. methods of creation. secrets and statistics. history and hopes.

alone and together in this gawdy, flourescent wasteland.

you're drowning
flailing drowning


in a lake thats been dry for years.