Sophistry speaks with bitter pill
implies undignified surrender,
my starfish swims in muddy sea
lies on windswept shore to shrivel
we birthed these children honestly
quibble now at everyday ,
these games you play
leave radiant bubbles brittle .
Acquiescent sleep creeps near in gentle waves
to numb great hurt that stumbles from your lips ,
“If I’m all this “
the sum of your incise eclipse shadows noonday sun
& leaves me breathless.
The narrow land has opened to sea spit
encases lost horizon as I stand tall on your bluff,
hard words that gather in mind’s dust
cigarettes engorged in stagnant coffee cups .
Sacrificial nights are tearing at my guts
& crucifix held high in meditations denseness
the only hope I ply to form the formless future
where the graceful seabirds fly silver breasted
into calmer waters ,
hoping peace might come:
release the scum we’ve left
around our children’s heads,
& catch your grey green eyes again.
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