Tessellations

Birds scream through the air and split sound to concussion
black and white spots.
You're dreaming, day dreaming, night dreaming!  Wake up
to a bus blowing by inches too close for a kiss ask, rape.
Not today.
The cloud drum bass kicks and the cotton hammer falls
time into sharper relief, the near focus wrong and the far
spot on stumble true.
Pulse awakes behind the neck skin and eyes dilate.
Fingers grip pocket insides with no coin and across the river
all the leaves have fallen,
brown, red yellow
two at a time.  All the while, beneath my dinosaur feet,
asking  "we are me, but who are you"s ignored.
Don't leave me!

Force hands.

Alignment

We all leave ourselves behind, by turns.
Our selves do not always defy space and time
the way I wish them to.

No tracers, no extra lives.

Why can we not have coffee and talk about where we

have been?   Have great fears
come true?  Have great fears
failed to?

Have great fears.  Let them form restraint.

Covert Ops

"I am a ninja.
I am a ghost.
Fuck that, I am the ghost of a ninja
who once wore a cloak of invisibility
and took it to the grave."

The cat bed is flipped upside down,
the kettle ball of fur on four legs sprinting
for the next shadow
to hedge himself.

"I see you!  I will walk by again."

Two-year-olds.  Same deal.  The difference
is you can bury a cat and your
is will always mean more
than going face first into rain for fucking cat litter.

We Fought and Nothing Came of It

I put on your girlfriend's boots after you stormed.
Tore my pictures down and broke the frames.
She shuffled for the glass.  It's alright
is what I said in broken timed english
on every word
to test sobriety.

We both failed.  And laughed.  I believed
I could try again.  To fuck a pussy.  The stink
nearly forced vomit.  Your ghost
belching between each and every her word.
That I care.  Jump, skip, break to
hedge rows

and machine gun nests
and fifty cals and smooth bores
on tripods
behind
and tiger roar pillbox set to flat land

where everything is scene and set and orchestra.
She has very small feet.  I'll drop them off later.
I'll fix the frames and buy new glass.
The war is inside your heart, not mine.
I came for the show,
but I'll stay for the after action report.

Smoker 38

Feel sorry for
lip moisture and centimeters dividing the flame
from a choice of chapstick and good taste
further divided by poor tastes in women and
sympathy for devils and multiply by
factorials
reasons why the two are close friends and no
closer than the black hole of an ashtray and
favors continually one upping, sparking
no sideways glances when
the butt going ash up
finds its way toward the next in line.
What I was waiting for all years - in small minutes.

Conning Tower

X amount of hours
to make it happen
before all is lost to brown pages flaking apart
against... I HAVE THE CON'.