June’s afternoon heat
burns the egg shell leather of
his two door coffin.
Category: Poems
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A lit match unites
desert tribes. Cowers. Ashamed
of his blood soaked blade.
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Cratered complexion.
Tide master. Call your waves home.
Flashlight glow, guide me.
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Pink clouds stamped above
a city water tower
keeps me looking up.
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Sword wielding. Power
absorbing. Elastic pink
hero of the realm.
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Marseille. Bilbao. They
sing his name. Not for trophies.
For his character.
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Feature reels unspool.
Super 8 millimeters
tell the whole story.
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Close all tabs. Restart.
Reboot. Click undo. Power
down for lost causes.
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Darkness. I reach for
cinnamon squares, splashed milk. Crunch
away in secret.
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You keep my secrets.
Failed French exams. Love letters
laced with Blue cologne.
Floodlights and Goalposts 