Through the trees
bonfire bright
did you see the flames
Log upon log
tinder and my tender heart
waiting watching
The flames flame then
die wood
becomes embers
stirred by branched memories
Lights at tunnels end
leading to conclusions
that do not fruit
Sunrise slithers
among the smoke
choking the last glow
of you and me
leaving the residue
of tearless goodbyes.
Heart attack, diarrhea, redrum
Typo
Insanity, flatulence, murder
Type O
There are nails
flat round heads
opposite steel points
jack hammers
want us to be trees
when we are flowers
flowers when we are trees
Pine boxes and pyramids covet
the pages in between
neither sad or consolable
walking asleep
awake sleeping
Pretending chocolate cake
is fabric
resolute in mistake
life a dangle before death
shared intimate permissions
drizzled in sunshine
when kiss and touch
prove there is god
between our lips and loins
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