Rip

in a black flap
it stirs the air
escapes

once twisted in cruel knots
barbed poison tips
tore paths
inside my heart

now free
it's ragged wings
slice the white clouds
i breathe
it snatches up
the faint shimmers
of the dying sun

hangs black ribbons
in my face
that i claw at
uselessly

becomes the pale webs
and the gray shards
of my past
that wither

eventually

Salvation Army Drop Off

the what-not
that litters the floor
that i slipped on
is now scattered
all over
and i am not
picking that shit up

am not am not
and i can tell you why:

i don't need the what-not
clinging on me
chapping
chafing
squeezing
the last tear out

dry eyeballs
notwithstanding
it's just as well
the what-not is not

squeezing
squeezing
my heart
to pump it

the petite beats are good enough
for me
and
probably better

so i will not be needing
the what-not
it will be
in a box
on the curb
if you want it
but

if you do
make sure
you take it all

Ice Moon

In silhouette
The vast monolith in shadow
Then the shift, the hard stars unmask the glow

The crystal capsule
A dry glass sphere
Whose illusory door is a thin crack where
I slip through, white vapor, hot air

My skull shines and sparkles
Throws
White pulsar bursts in the patterns of spectrum
Harsh white halos
Illuminates the chrysalis capture now sealed

And the desperate abyss is clear not black
And all my thumb prints are revealed
Smeared on the inside
And my crystal tears

I have no means to hide
Frozen in the lashes
Rock salt and moon drops

Suspended in the cruel light of time
At the edge where starlight stops
Expires in ashes