to the neighbours stranger than

strangers what suspicions of amends cold cold kitchen

puppy night gets away —

at your feet

freshly fallen apologies foretold or bold welcome anger home

has shiny slick excuses

birthdays you

hardly plan those brain folds listed like snow for no one

& blood letting

where those tables end

call back who answered omissions sold

dear departed key door holds apostles

tugs some chimerical puppeteer

these strings humantime infinite in a flash some other hums

you are not one of us —

intruder

to the warmth of black mountain grass fire

these answers

werent there to

find

& before

you said it over

came whisked through this dust city dusk where hours interrogate

your lisping

touch

what has you in that autonomy or identity

in spheres of solitudes never reveals itself

these trains might keyboard a jinx

you cannot help keep from look forward at yourself regress to

karmaidols

& door same

cards

anchovies see the crowd rush over wine-spelled escalators

think electricity now

what once was gas lamps candles

snuffed

like shouldered silence

soldered

to your asks which rehearse before mirrors sleepless in this

unfatednightheat

spill over not to empty your throat hum

out there on the platform your wanting

prophecies microwaved hot the new

world moves old condemnatory long agos our relations with

others in

terms of our desires —

our stenciled meanings for the samesame symbol

a vacuous dream

launders through you mostly metaphysical

where does one shuffle to

alone

with grand amethystine alonenesses

toes move blue

sacred your personal peace your focus over an eagletself

selfishness polkas upto a point

then downhill download of sun

paper-thin withins flute in retrograde

where are you getting high now pruning these wordfences

of a bonny ilk

laughter

of compulsive friends —

does the jailbird magic fade perfumed tacit lavender day

hope is such a skill

mostly ruses

in a pill frayed scenic countercharms who rests liplocked

as feather over your snowy arm

& trains toss dolesome in night dismissed

bacchanal withouts you thwart paper-thin

the world does not forgive but forgets

itself in its spirit of doubles & the letters all wet with your

saliva who counts on —

you as

perpetual indoors never to face yourself from a masterpiece

outside

so few mistakes seem

high-priced sherbets

which

found your quivering lip what meets you between tourmaline

yes of eyes

a skirmish unwinds

& most hours leap into your blackouts

those silences that reminisce spectres

this sham of luxury never quells

your hacked restless thoughts behind the magnificent minaret

flies are being electrocuted —

in the name

of shielding mouthwatering victuals poach your appetite away

sky today

taking on

the moniker

blue

who carries your kith towards that soaring unchanging ultramarine

they feast on celestial

milk portents

& lapse to a meditation of not being within

thereness where immortality knows nevers

bled out what you said did you

these days does anyone discern all you veil from yourself

& theyre off to nigh moon —

plunging poetic murmurs behold those disconsolately circled

craters

ready for future housing

bereft

of

that ancient luminescence beneath which someone cantillated

their other half

a body to vessel them in how you

blubbered out among fig leaves or perhaps someone presumed

you did were you never your withins

now these withouts ashen your flow

why tame or cleanse with zodiacs

disposable mornings on power cuts play over rose-acacias

doff lavender intruders —

who stop

to look back with an aesthetic of neutrality their bikes purring

two feet

traverse

less than what hails

what you acquire of postcard sunsets

five meanings alongside impaired decisions make unrealistically

real friends whom you talk with your

silence tossing your head back sure

does night remiss to salt in wide-

mouthed circle of mosquitoes it seems moonsaway what

you dare not —

say

a long weekend of fragrant slips upon fairy dust blows blind

your omens estranged

to hope

around your chiffon rebuffs less skin show than incendiary

hush

that telepathy those entelechy eyes

they jot down

thoughts in pounds of sighs “do you like it…” you sprawl space

aflavour the rused meanings behind

gossamer gluey silence you get into

un-still april snow-covered ground

tossing up spring on insides youre bitterly cold holding

up halos of grudges —

over

those youve recited not by heart but as tally marks to

stone off later

& if one looks closer

they notice

magical predictions etched onto that high glowing ring

a

wise one says

it seems hard to accept yourself as you are

when you have kept note of all those

cherry blossom climbed innocences

each moment you face something

you mist it with an accusal to preserve those infinities within

those knife impasses that —

are merely

you

with fern seekers after their hunt along the river current

a pocketheart

they picked

up

earlier

among scores of voices became a medium which only relays

what others have strum at them

at you & clairvoyant it to others queued

like all we invent in name of cicero truth

rummage a post about a lonely

persona three-d printed did spring fling at a confidant some

of your secrets —

that begin

as tell me more how did you step out of that fantasy

& into walls you alight

last april watching the snow wait on one of your psyches

miniscule

irrelevant in detail

yet relevantly

amorous

out against your skin whiz up

like all those firework videos you watch on your phone again

& again to garble time as messy friend

who never answers when whispered at

minus zest a dangle from purchases

there an over air of rubies at cheeks of interviewing experts

somebody

is becoming you —

taking on your voice your absence your

rouge

allegorical & aglitter

is it you in posture of polythene affect

swayed by a self that knows not a self it flails its arms

along

flags of heartstopping departures

what they own is a slow learner exchange

beverages rainbow cold as you swing out

come back with moons between your

teeth put on foxy airs of philosophers stone as disputes on

those river walkways hung —

over

over

white wine glasses who look yet cannot see & seethe within

themselves

this

preparation of immolation of a widow

with blinkers before ghats of

…

archetypal wives in myriad coloured

vermilions

with children held bags blush your persona

those that feel some halcyon dust by allure