KOSMOS 954

1x0x3

catatonia
missing you
flash in the pan
you miser
kiss me, kiss me
when the sun goes out 

1-0-2

there are times when i want you to burn
put my fingernails in your wrists and turn
make the world see you
come the times i want to peel you raw
the sun will tan you, the sun will shrink you
make the world see you
if you shut your mouth i can’t purify you
just to put the charcoal down your throat

in a gruesome daydream i turned you inside out
put you on display and took so many pictures
hung them in the galleries for all to see
i’ll leave you on my mantlepiece
and polish you with accolades 

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in every crease of your skin, i
placed a tiny grain of salt, so
that you would recall us, our
maybes and never-wills, but
only when you bleed
 

centenary

woken from a deep freeze
this gray and dying world
tasting the aluminum air
so bereft of sunshine

standing on metal fingers
once were skyscrapers
hold the clouds tight
jump and wish aloud

through the looking glass
the roiling metal muck
shining mercury sea
swim to salvation

the tide pools dry and die
footprints in the sand
left to sun’s purview
modern ozymandias

by blasted windows a fire
drifting lonely melody
a last song is sung
the world’s ending

graf

scribbled on the backs of stop signs
covered up by splashes of paint
words to live by left by the faceless
warnings written in a lost code
letters scratched off left half-done
a cipher from forgotten pasts
left to be decrypted on a deathbed
what mystery would unravel?

“if you are reading this,
then you’re already dead”