listening -
weighing words that are being stomped upon,
and the ones you can’t help;
stay away
from instruments of illusion.
stay away from portentous doors so wrinkled in time &
angled
by the sea.
remember:
auras give blue people
a raft and one more smooth
breath.
stay away from the voice.
which could trick you with its eyes,
its, tattoo-
kiss.
feel the burn of this
red visaged war;
sending hearts
to frighten cupids
before the gull returns home.
you could start the rising of a lighthouse
for the frozen.
or collect tears
from their dreams
knot a knot @
the cable’s - the street
of circumstance,
a mono strut beauty
commits aortic crimes.
she can’t help herself
so don’t throw yourself in front of the dancing dart
the rising nymph;
the sly, beautiful,
ambling witch
the ocean will bury
with massive shudders.
sadness is just an embedded scream, its center arched over love’s gigantic winter
moments
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