the smile that couldn't see

skull-dug in dungarees

two hours long.

the longest wait

the smile that couldn't see

 

the melting mouths of pseudonym

as broad as day

spinning with the barnacles of crouch

head strong and buckled

lean as mustard,

empowered in a shawl

 

of flower-beds 

from here to someplace else

creeping with a fruit-fly

alone and single

longing for a bootlace on a chest

 

that twists and turns

burns twilight hours 

deeper than the vein from wilderness.

adopted as a stray

in my carboard cut-out suit of camel-skin

 

that blinked beneath the naked mask of sand

when cup in hand

last supper came and went

nineth parallel to here

 

skull-dug in dungarees

two hours long

the longest wait

the smile that couldn't see;