between two words the voice
loses its balance
glides on its reflection
in corners flashes of shadow
the speakers the writers buried
and in the mouth
the forgotten taste of crushed vowels
The look in your eyes
Colder than ice
Is keeping me trapped
Into a non-dimensional
Space
On my face
Mountains of green
Rivers within
Empty skies
My blind eyes
Hold the look in your eyes
I hate cars passing
under my window like sea crabs
running thru rain
the wind brings familiar smells
from the old restaurant
across the street
my brain craves snow
I stare at the phone in vain
no rings this evening no soul
nobody knows I’m here
but the brown ageless cat
on my couch
exquisitely ignoring me
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