that
rot
ten
***
ger in
my
    g  ut
         .

Your name there always
Don't know how to stop loving
Same heartache each day

Warbling pigeons
in the park crazy

from the heat

a dizzying spin
on a paint-chipped

merry-go round

a greased slide down
hot metal

into a gravel pit

a burning sunset
but don't rub your eyes

Oops, I edit
As I go,
I take a step
Then erase it.
It’s counterproductive,
Don’t I know,
But I see the flaw
Then I chase it.
It won’t go away
‘Til the mirror is shattered,
Whether or not
It actually matters.

So I’ll cut and I’ll add
I’ll rewrite, double back
Only hoping that you’ll
Love what’s left
In the end.

an enwrapped citadel

blackens its candle.

to wind way...wax-wise.

beings residing from that

that forestalled drippage.