hold me in your crumbling arms
I am nothing
perfumed and placating
slide me through the dust
momentary corner smile on red heart face
then
gone magic me
breathspark particles
release from nowhere
man
his pipe
is damp
non existent pipe
relief into black
psychedelic portals in holographic space suit
wild number 4
silver and naked
imprinted on mass
conference of flesh
marking randomly
X
tattoo of increasingly wilder dreams
I surrender
again
moving shaping
embodying
charred hands relax
crumble and pour
flooding eyes with
terrible ghosts stitches and masks
in my mirror
dead child celebrating temporary
sweet
hidden under skeptical
heart
pretending naivety from cube of thorough console
smiling
crying
heating
switching off light
and leaving
gone magic me
