there just before ten
the stars twinkle
just for a second
then they go and move away
from my sight
my back tense but tired
longs for touch
for the afterglow of one
with heart and courage
to withstand the broken glass
and shards shooting from my soul
seeping from eyes
he will catch the rain
and kiss the thunder of my thoughts
closed door haiku
a soft sorrow falls
doors closed as dying eyes would
no wreath or flower

i smell salt
warm soft sand
breeze rippled smiles
across the mounds
wispy grasses
i smell salt
the seaweed that comes to shore
lends substance to the air
cotton candy fluff like
is the wind that rides tonight
soaring all of my prayers to the sky
where to diamond stars they’re delivered
and where the earth and sleepy she sun meet
they kiss releasing beams of orange glee
closing my eyes
i move my arms and adjust my heart
facilitating peace that finds me
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serial number
the beeping and the blinking
and the math on the wires
monitors and iv drips
blue and silver serial numbers
of the medical equipment
sent tiny shocks of stress
directly to his sweat soaked head
since adolescence
the only way he knew
how to soothe himself
after a stressful situation
or how to survive
a dry period
between snorts or shots
was to savor the sensation
of his rolling eyes
to the back of his neck
after a good junk score
it started with strained nerves
abstract jittery eyelids
tiny tear drops sweeping
from the corners of his eyes
then tenebrosity
gunning through pin-hole pupils
the relief of a private world now televised
his relief
the private world
painted with garish French carnival colors
golds that were green
reds that were milky blood pink
old ship ropes and Macaque monkeys
like the ones from a Burroughs’ dream