perched upon the window
a sadist with veiled sensitivity
daemon or document
shield your eyes and stare into palpable abyss
is it blindness or brilliance?
why look away
the gunslinger in the window
cocked in a contest of will
the child in the street
lays down his guns and burns his bandana
the licking fire
tasted, stifled, and spewed by exile esquire
these desolate closets lacking attire
stars
inked upon your knees
sties
the widower cannot see
if you bow to none
why do you look away?
the footprint and sandcastle remains,
not in atoms or clay
do not look away
broken crayons lay breaking with christ and cracking cosmetics
the beaten path and the trail of tears run parallel
ducts desiccated
open your eyes child
open your arms to the flies
see with your eyes half open and your heart whole hated
and shatter any glass that is not completely full
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