more bones
Out of the mothers roiling heat I divulged myself
Her brimstone molten made liquid my sins
acrid smoke they burned our nostrils
Bare to the skull shaped wings cast shadows
in hollow sockets where eyes once cradled
and a throat cracked barren
cried foul no more
For Clarke & Geddes
Your words slide over me
like rose petals
floating around
a balm to the soul
songs of what we used to be
Angry terrible murderous wicked
vile cruel hungry men
Rose petals red
float over my skin and mind
beyond the veil of
what we used to be
Flakes floating
thin filmy fragments
Aether full of
thin filmy fragments
grey
it was a child
thin filmy fragments
it was a bar of soap
thin filmy fragments
what we used to be
a toilet a teacup
a swing a stop sign
a pair of scissors
a cellphone a tree
a wave
a fingernail
a driveway
a carton of juice
a hippo a pen
Thin filmy fragments
floating on the wind
the wind the Logos
the Voice that laments
and forgets us
Thin filmy fragments
that are radioactive
that will fizz out
even the memory
of what we used to be
Time is a circle
my cell phone screen is cracked bad
I bend. It breaks. time
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