splashes me his smile
never the rain
mirages of ballet noir
alleyways ferme
no one escapes

        vaguely

I glimpse the clouds
he holds a pen
both dream of when
words and the sky
become one

compressed
agony

Dropped these words on the ground, to discover that sometimes
Words don’t make a Sound. Left them there in the soil on a Rainy
Day and returned in the morning to find that they sprouted Wings
And Flew Away, maybe they’ll come back one day or maybe they
Left forever on the back of a Scarlet Letter, to something better or
Maybe they are being sung by a choir lifted high up to Skylight

Warning signs on every door
Every floor
Can it be any more clear
Back away
Stay as far as possible
From what causes
Pain, this time
Don’t go near
How would it feel
How would it…
Feel
Hand in the air
As if there is
Another place
Inside, beyond the surface-side
Difficult to hide,
To break down a wall or two
Like memories that were
Created, detoxified
Built on shaky ground
All falls
All falls
Down.