Saturday, September 25, 2010


Propped up on sun heated metal
pulling bottle shards from leathered feet
Tasting exotic flavor of strangers
in transcendent bursts of night
Injecting cooked up shards of shame
lulling to sleep splintered realities, mirrors
obscured in dusty grease, finger marks grasping.
A leap into mesmerizing candle flame
jumbled dreams more dependable
than waking jigsaw sky.
Running endless empty road
lost in snow, laughing as flakes tickle
eyelash, melt against unnamed face.
No destination.
No fate written in DNA.
Aching from a dozen discomforts
cold, wet, exhausted, alone.
Caught like Narcissus,
one more scentless Winter bloom.

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