our memory of you
jaded.
titan-
marred-
crown.
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the warmth
her eyes- gutted
not sure where
the mascara starts
and the river ends.
pale white
numb skin
peaks through
an all black veil.
petrified-
what do i say-
what could i-
all the joyous stories
songs i’ve sung
happy credits,
void.
a lie.
what could i say-
to silence a screaming wraith
to unbury the dead
like a cleaning a fire
with a broom.
stuttering approach
steps fall deaf
on her sobbing ears-
her palms sit vacant
lowered in her lap-
a bucket.
icy damp palms,
–
i’ll hold her hand,
if she’ll let me-
the warmth-
it’s all
i have
to believe
underneath the lie
forge
our truth
angel wing
broke bread
alongside
a clipped mallard
Griffin
his name-
bold golden embroidery
across his regal leather jacket
over a ferocious mane
aviators held up over his grand beak
talons tucked into tawny gloves
his wide wingspan expanding across-
a righteous matching decal- the Griffin.
the Griffin, readied
roaring-
the spared prey gathered
heat pulsated from the runway
tearing the flesh from our bones
no one dared blink-
squawking-
than-
vanished.
for the feeding ground.
decisive match
“do you want to hear a joke?”
“who doesn’t?”
she paused, lowered her chin
the tv visible for a second-
“viene el centro! buscando al delantero!”
clearing her throat,
“why couldn’t the defense see the futbol?”
the waiter swung around
clearing the wing remains from the table
“mm i do not know, why?”
the bar raised simultaneously,
“because the defense cleared it!”
she fell off her stool
and in her creasing eyes-
“Goooooooaall!!”
“edge of the world”
or so the sign says.
solo lawn chair-
warm waves crashing
forming spear shaped rocks
whining seagulls perch the
glossy mossed tips
look at thee- the “edge
of the world”
warm waves crashing-
a sign.
as eyes closed-
the waves, molding-
warm waves crashing
forming- sizzles
ivory silk sheets
coffee and vanilla fill the empty space.
sizzles raise from the pan
harmony providing sparrow
mug filled to the brim
sun overlooks the island-
the path-
warm waves sizzling-
seagulls carol-
raised feet atop
smoothing, shining stones-
at the edge
of the world.
Bruja’s whisper
she said-
she said she could see the future:
with waves of her palms
a slow breath in
candles flicker from her oak table
bark scented incense smoke swirled
clockwise
towards the ceiling
her exhale.
my palms weak
sweaty
her eyes rolled back
for a second
her fingers touched mine
skin hot as a summer bbq
i could-
i could see
a hot summer bbq
the one last summer-
when-
when he was still around
flipping patties and drinking a cold one
requesting bad bunny for the 12th time
“what’s the dodgers score”
kids playing monsters in the yard.
i remember this, i wanted to tell him i’m-
the incense descended
counter clock wise
candles burned to the stump
her eyes, pale green, weary
focused
in a loss of breath
she said,
“i tried-
i tried
but
all you wanted
was to be back
in
that
moment
just one
more
time.”
u/knighted
new park
same storm-
really just a drizzle
atop a tabletop
with a cigarette bud-
last glare of the sun
before
kidnapped by deadbeat clouds.
honey & vanilla:
couple played on the swings
giddy laughter
their stomps soaked
their bottom halves-
the boy
stopped-
reached into the depths of his pocket-
shivered
a well kept
red note tied with a bow
the girl
stopped-
reached into the depths of his note-
she ate it
and ran away.
serenaded by a robin
smoke ceasing
as the sun peaks past
the over protective clouds-
back against watered boards
held high
a bow
comedy or tragedy
the smoothness around your face
hollow-
pockets below your brows
shallow.
what
why can’t i remember your face
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