a mesh wall smashes
people and ****-ends on
the concrete polishing sings
that read all plans cancelled streets
lay gray and sunk like a date stood up

trying to seal my eyes
   on restless nights like
        cigarette packs that
              never close properly
       sleep opens and closes
    eyelashes latch onto
thoughts. unwelcome

ink
bleeds on
my fingers
and my flesh
bleeds on this sheet
the world's skin rips open

some angels
trade wings
for fangs
to inject
poems
on  
            shiny shattered souls
            pick up those pieces
            read them
            feed them  
            to the lion

discarded books in a box
pages that hold notes
and a foot of loss
phone numbers
pressed flowers
outdated to dos
stiffened by the heat
and the rent increase
words of wrecked wounds
smashed drunkenly with no
id and no dna yellow pages of
a frightened fugitive on a freight

behind the low-fence-yard
parallel to the string-of-stars
sitting with eleven pm luster
hides the meaning of beauty
this evening you forgot your
umbrella and out in the wild
someone plays the guitar
to someone at times

spread your skin
on the egyptian silk
like your linen cloth
soaked in spilled milk

let's get through all the
seasons and ignore them