eye
Trickle of plasma
Blue heart stone
Set in its transparency
Flutters in plastic
Like a flicker
A shutter
A reel.
Slides
That my mother
Partially burned
Before the garage sale,
Before dissemination
Occurred
Of our childhood
Hopscotch
Your treacle hair
Dancing in loops.
Just a few
Ribbons left,
Dry filmy ends that
Rasp,
Whisper to the
Paranoiac.
Mundane fall from the
Plum tree
Left you still.
Trapped in glass
You danced those
Endless loops in
Her projector.
I slit open the night with
A rusty needle,
With spray painted
Pine cones
Stuck into eyeholes;
All I see is silver -
The nights seem so festive.
I parcel the hours
Stacked up to touch you
In the
Pocked moon
To melt his
Soft green heart
Blue heart stone
Set in its transparency
Flutters in plastic
Like a flicker
A shutter
A reel.
Slides
That my mother
Partially burned
Before the garage sale,
Before dissemination
Occurred
Of our childhood
Hopscotch
Your treacle hair
Dancing in loops.
Just a few
Ribbons left,
Dry filmy ends that
Rasp,
Whisper to the
Paranoiac.
Mundane fall from the
Plum tree
Left you still.
Trapped in glass
You danced those
Endless loops in
Her projector.
I slit open the night with
A rusty needle,
With spray painted
Pine cones
Stuck into eyeholes;
All I see is silver -
The nights seem so festive.
I parcel the hours
Stacked up to touch you
In the
Pocked moon
To melt his
Soft green heart