where is that place where every eye long lashes
like my dear lord forever dead?
dew runs through temple dropping on the floor
the hour is late
attention's trained on error
that moon above the street that bears my address is moving in the same direction as the pupil

Today i fly over the sea too loose newfound ground
two nights high brow oversees the tear in my eye
eyes tear space apart
the sun that slapped me on one cheek has torn another face
the moon lost faze
my gaze is blazing through the sea still still
i have arived to see my past alive
my mother waits me at the door to hug her sagging shoulders
i have arrived to other self stowed frozen safely on the shelve of her refrigerator
i've got it minus future
collect the dots to trace the constellation

please take away the world
i want to see your eye hike up towards my chin
the lake is still
the boat rests on its reflection
but when i take a real close look
i notice that they don't touch

on the victory of the local football team:

we need a defeat of the other and a human sacrifice of our own to feel connected

my foot falls in love with pavement rejecting soil as mere dirt
my street is coming to an end
and must endure disconnect with solid foundation
my brain is pacing through the night in full attention spinning around stop sign
the season comes to change
the only thing not changing is the forecast

Remember silky cold along the narrow thigh?
The folds:
they knew more secrets than the night and memory could hold.
It's time to draw a line.
Who keeps the guard when dreams are in full bloom and ready to discard the juice?
The dealer at the bedside applies a safety mask and opens sterile gar.
There are collectors and potential buyers.
He knows them and can smooth talk a few without getting lost on paths of lying.

a wave is crushing on the sand
and part of it becomes a mist
and part of it before the end
reflects on unobstructed run of pitiful retreat