As I run the day to begin it
the sun comes up and I want to get out before anybody sees me and sees I have used up my quota for the day.
I think I can go out the front way once and out the back way the other time and no one will see me. Maybe I can sneak out two or three times in a day before all the curtain twitchers see me.
It is only a matter of time before the have a hot line.
I saw him going out again twice yesterday and three times on Monday.
2 GUZZLES ~ pronounced two ghazals
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
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.
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