paper candle boats

[Split]

((vaccinate me))








Holding cold in frosted fists,
I know that "won't" is shrugs
to cloak the shoulders where nausea sits.
Tissues. Baths. Let the coping process slip,
Cuddling up to bottle deposits, open fifths.
Where I end, you cringe, and laugh,
find old beginnings simply last over, over-
the coast is cliffs.
Dusting memos, raising notes in record choral growths,
Garden- emptied grove of every staple, emotionless,
my love: your home away is choked with paper boats, and lotuses.
All those tobacco candles sang you smokeless, kid.
You're quite the work, in fact a magnum opus, angel.
I must admit. Diamond turned.
The status quo cradles quiet to the gravestone.
the skies converge.
The wishmaker widowed Zion like simple fables.
Everything left just where we led it. It's building fast.
I haunt your smile. So eclectic. Dwindled ash.
Wizened, red of Merlot, to set the table.
Gueneviere vogue. centersphere glow.
kristallnacht, the village talks, youre still attached
unfilling in the glass, swilling in the past,
doting words, short time bled into berber. Paved it.
we're afloat in flooded undergrowth.
Sideways. Tired of your patchwork statements.
So this is us, slowing fast, faster,
face it,
unfocused slurs and photo jazz. Higher swing.
Phones press to touch, push the pyre in.
Be sparse. It's decent. We've doused ourselves
in reams of tacky idioms: posed so many adjectives imaginative
that were sitting with open doors, yet clouds of acid-addled gas emits.
Chrissy. No one believes an epilogue.
I'm sad you're sick.