through months
of salt and haste
we hurtle
leeching warmth
through thin fuel
wrapped in cash
if only diamonds in the air
would fall upon us
crushed
by the clamorous
pounding
hands
of the north wind
if only
we'd unlock our backs
from crystal braces
let the knife wind flow through
to our shuttered heart
become crystals
diamonds
salt
valuable in hard clarity
derelict punks
tin black hands face
eyewash tears bathe me grim fluid mask
cathode wounds breathe radio
secrets bubble
squelchings coated
in sparks
and
honey
lures for stupid fish
with silent eyes
...mouths
I left you howling
empty death sound
swept by TV waves
curled cold tight
a crystal rictus
callously smothered
in love
you spent without care
steeped in fear
too loved to shrug aside memories
content to lick and gnaw tomorrow
flocking in traffic
each finger on the moment
prestidigitation
stolen
and
returned chance
interest paid
by the wizard-beggar
hunched expectantly
by the curb
drooling gold
pulled from the cracks
between done and doing
memory quick growing bone saffron
a hastily sketched moon
paper-paper ash nobility
this dissection of unplanned thought
drifting in steel nude abandonment
cries from the bunker, trampled protests
a bird's breath tiny-in-life
carved by wind, barometry
puff of gasped clarity
morsel of sky
finery packaged, forgotten
an elegance to be recovered, dusted off, lost again
royal blue twitching threads
tossed over theater rafters
Italian wedding cinema
dark eyes trace the arc
forgetting the impact
life-snippets
sky death glommed to life
a year in hand of abbreviated days