Handful of turquoise
begs to be strung with silver
draped around my neck.
Beading obsession
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Handful of turquoise
begs to be strung with silver
draped around my neck.
Grey army trenchcoat
or lime green sixties jacket
J can pull off both.
Luminous suitor,
the moon dimmed by darkness’s
seductive regard.
greatness revealed in
the sound of splinters, words that
pierce my jealous eyes.
Let delight ripen
into a sweet juicy pear
True joy takes patience.
Bright lipstick fools them
into thinking I’m well. No
“How do you feel?”
Her breath sounds like the
whistle of distant trains bound
for lands beyond dreams.
Snow releases its
grip as small drops melt merge run
in noisy trickles.
Dawn the breath of a
new day paused when night exhales
sunrise dimmed by fog.
He had a dream but
his murder was our nightmare.
It’s time to wake up.