My gum and facial bone hurt like heck
I have an appointment to get it check
With a dentist in the morning
Much suffering has me mourning
Broken tooth deep in the gum has me vexed.

Taking pain meds for migraine
Releases me from incessant pain
Moving about my mouth and face
The infection continues the race
Back and forth in my nerve causing disdain.

Knees up
the door swung open
the trucks hauling logs
to the mills chase
traffic
the low highway
shifts crawling fast
from the release
of these lights

her fingers working
drawing a quick hand
down the face
the quick looks
shift shift
but she knows I tell
the knows
read the tells
and still
keep flicking the
sign
On and Off

I lean forward
turning the ring
over in my hands
like a coin
on the tips of
fingers like
a hurdle

she collaged us
our lives
our souls
half each other
neither left whole

blended integrities
derigueur
only plural pronouns
were preserved

a slow motion crafter
always conniving
I hardly noticed
what she'd been devising

old habits were scrubbed
friends, cold shoulder shooed
my toys disappeared
I could no longer wear blue

her purpose?
unknown!
but ..." FRANKENSTEIN!!!"...
finally died
when I
REFUSED
to wear her clothes

I lay awake a night of squalling rain
and list for that I heard once long ago,
of pipe and string that plied a mournful strain,
an Elfish song of sorrow, sage and slow.

‘Twas heard by me the first when but a child,
a song of ruthe amidst a nameless storm.
Though lyricless it spoke of faith defiled
and false respect that took a heinous form.

I reckon we recognise
and appreciate deeply
the freedom
of a bad deed
not exacted upon us
as it goes against
the very grain
of our experience.
some people hear
about the terrible things
we know of.
they don't hear it from us
and can't know it
like we do
thank the stars

And today I let you
Hear what I have to say
For its not for the weak kneed
Faint at heart
You were all of those yesterday

I speak my mind
No longer holding my peace
Because you've destroyed
My inner sanctum
My predesignated release

You seem to listen
And nod as if you
Understand
But then you turn around
And become less of a man
Because I'm nothing but
A game you're tired of playing
A story your sick of writing

A paper moth strung from a candy gloss vellum embossed with micro pastel flowers and autographed library ISBS scanned in constellate ions of hypnopomp.

Kaffienne lip
the bob shinning
bent neck from the balance
of shoulder bared
the salmon value dusk
the valve of an hour
shutting
the black of night spilling
spooling up through
the trunks
a lost forest

Aurora velvet
a disk of night
with moons
flick eyelash
tutor

Empty lot lights
fire up
a trail of tail lights
snake up on the
curve ramped overpass
ember hisses
like cherry gloss

Covered by a a blanket of rage,
my heart knows no forgiveness.
I condemn the author of my pain
who has shred my life into pieces.

Cursed be the drunk driver who left me bleeding
after he rammed my future into a living nightmare.
No amount of cash can return my broken dreams!
The good life I painted in my mind is no longer there

car-go-'round-and-'round-and 'round
car-go-'round-and-'round-and-'round

car-go-'round-and-'round-and-'round
car-go-rou BOOM!

car-go-'round-and-'round-and-'round
car-go-'round-and-'round-and 'r BAM...BANG..SQRuNK..

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