and i

there’s a girl woman with hair straight as compass stars driven to evening in the west, those browns, those irises rich as wood a pyre for burning down misery

where green ends life dies but

she decays unhappiness
upends the shape of things life gifted in her endless strands

a reflection to eternity my eyes in a locked devotional safekeeping

at night she fashions a key from her lips

unlocks

let’s me out into it all

but
                     again 

shockingly
                                         
								i am not shocked. 

                                       the safety is turned 

off
off
off

                                        
i am lashed. 
in tongue fixins with all the extras to dwell on 

later

in the unsure night 
assured between the poles of compass minds 

a glassy-incisor 
					oscillating farsighted nearsighted with
                                           murder tear tattoos

dramatic ironing board
flattening even my idiocy
i have never so much as 






ideas loosed. 
the kind crying plastic 
lavishly lent 

not kind

will not rewind



laughing anachronism   
shit picture 
shit sound
plot
a memory spit

                  

slapped-bruise cheek decision of




rushing 
                                                    dragging 
                          

			rushing
 
dragging 
 






whatever the fuck of it all 
				
only just remembered to start forgetting 


throw it in the



 mississippi
from my window


over the 




                                     over the 

over





breathe in the Shreveport mural 

all mine
all those beautiful ones before. 

i stand                                
       inside
        broken
concrete
		
warm to the touch

humid to the tongue
tastes
like a city breathing 
ruined 
holy 
water 
                                                     and I smile





                                                               and i 

Shreveport Mural for Reference

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