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Two pennies in the pool,

Wishes washed,

Purified

By sun and stares,

Your glares

Inspire me

To throw

My own dreams

Away.

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Lint clumps and sharp, dry pasta pieces

Kicked beneath the rug

Brush across each taste bud,

Stick to the sides

Of my throat,

Or float down

With each sweep of your

Dusty blue

Broom bristle stares.

You pricked my

Kitchen floor cares,

And now I’m choking on

Forgotten appetites.


You shoot me a look in

Chinese calligraphy,

Insanity in perfect script.

Pupils dilate into

Quick,

Dark ink strokes,

Flashing like

A samurai’s sword,

My rough

Fortune cookie translation

Just might be

Inadequate.


Don’t mind me,
These blue eyes don’t see a thing.
Like a sunny day’s sky,
No dark clouds allowed,
No rain ever falls.

Don’t mind me,
This pale skin doesn’t bruise,
Like a ghost floating by,
Haunting not feeling,
Untouched, untouchable.

Don’t mind me,
This skinny five foot five frame echoes.
Like a cheap bargain buy,
Hollowed all the way through,
No heart, no head.