giantgentlebear

OUTREACHED

each scratch the masked decision

empty tyre fitting bay where drunks piss on the words

equal dancing deaths circle and disappear into seedless concrete prisons-

two people in love squealing-a high pitched chant

seems borrowed from another balancing act they saw swimming beneath there dripping dreams

herds of misspent words gather on the bottom step

windows become the beach the oceans fringe

creeping through another midlife crisis

fridge light flickers -door open or door sealed

 marble head stone reads publish or be damned

shall i retreat shall i be beaten

shall i hide and if i hide who can be found

and will the hidden be looking

an empty tyre fitting bay

a drunken loving shrine

space taken we all fitted in at the very end