reset

…does not necessarily

mean

to go

back

on the verge of spilling

falling over

the door opened

saw the wood chips

teeth marks

he walked

eye sight blurred

all it took

was a word

your’s

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my mind

How could I forget
A-rising
dead eye
winking
spirits
guide
sultans of the dead sea
frozen eyes can’t
read to right the rotation

destination:
Vulcan
moon dipped into a raspberry chocolate new year

mixed matched pots & pans sing, swing on vines
one door leads to the others
lead to the jungle

walk down halls and stare
down the latest
addition to the clan

“c r a w l    into a beer can”
“c r a w l     to Kathmandu”

if you only knew
how many souls pray for you

fresh off the block
broken homes
stolen

right outside

off the street

new faces
catch the revolving door
yet the few remain
to make home
sparkle green glow
vortex on the window

we

all

fall

underground

best to slip out
the back door
before the trap door’s locked
and too many
throw welcome dinners
and surprise secrets
rise above lofts
and sky lights
open up to
winter solstice
planets and starlights

the city’s
hangover daze ablaze in labyrinth painting octopus
Vulcan witches conjure talking heads stilt brigade

Back to
snow covered mounts
turn red

roll my body over invisible waves

sinking into
not to disappear

to soak in the sound of
heart beats
soften
bones
wash up on the shore
replaying apologies
the way your hand fits into mine
my mind