Poem -

PALMS TURNED UPWARDS--- NAILS RUSTED AND FED

Watching me talk
always a whisper
always crowning the fool
dreaming of magic as my palms expose
rusting metal nails
ancient in old

scratched
under carpets where we fought wars
boozed-up floorboards
creaking my words
slit the tongue
laid it to rest
but somehow
it became this rigid nest

I saw your building
the pyramids in those vacant lots
empty orbiting closed mourning slots
I missed that frozen skin
once that I kissed
now belonging to the slate/marble fist
the dog she is barking
at empty wombs
doors without handles, closing too soon

laying back on my bed
palms turned upwards
nails still bled
magic it dribbles
into old pools, into nothing
no rules

mornings misty mystic main
hoisted sailing away
waves were drawn in pencil and crayon
let on the discarded human betrayal
noiseless secrets
they gather in burnt and savage regret
unspoken truth
the unlit, the sect

PALMS TURNED UPWARDS
FACING THE SCHEME
NAILED TO A CROSS

 

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