matetherial

Lunch crowd resale
oozing poison plastic smell
eyes are cameras are lives that nobody is paying attention

Monuments of compartments, clawing at the insides

edible longitude I pass you by
on the way to the air, de-veined from the mountain's gorge
a shadow departing spectacle

Darkness unarmed

The brief infinity, sucked in and sacked. A smile creeping on howls dipped in ink -- shaken, dried, numb now.

You would never know the storms, the flesh torn, the weight floating away in the air, the fear that bubbles up in firmly polished bullets and settles back into bone. There in crisp sleeves on the shelf, orderly as misery. Speechless. Unwritten. Hollow.

The never relief, the always at ease. Pockets of illumination deepening the trickery; every day the same, every dimension sliding away. You disappear. Your eyes slightly out of sight. Unfamiliar.

It's stirring again, a cloud of kisses. A hint.