2 GUZZLES ~ pronounced two ghazals

4.29.20

All this time I’ve been talking to myself:

meet me in the weightlessness between breath

The moon pouts and is unsure how to age

Which of our masks protects us from our thoughts? 

Eyeballs slither like the sliding glass door

heavy like shadows against the curtain

A fleck of gratefulness comes at what cost?

which one happens to correlate to you?

All my actions grease the slipping of time

as manufactured love crumples the foil

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5.4.20

So a part of your blood I’ve already

fast forwarded your best intentions

Your family matters because they complain

but inches below the water they glow

The spilled milk is 14 billion years old

the space time continuum continues 

Like the Milky Way, be deliberate 

acknowledge the itch, but do it slowly

Yo! how much have you paid per square moment?!

My stomach is my own Magnum, P.I.