deep thought

see the jar

full of star debris

foresee the timid scars

chair on fire

the pair of tears

on the mohair rug do fall

drug i’m in love

my soul and heart

for you to tug

shoes walking bruise

the tattoo lamp

to clamp the jaw

a railway tramp he sings the blues

books with art of golden seas

hooks on hung the snooper looks

to dart across the windows

lest i depart with question mark

to the black door cave

across a lucid water

dreams are slaughter

silver daughters soar into the sky

to pour the naked words

atop of frozen embers

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