B L E M I S H

here comes the winter
hold her hand
a pocket door souveneir
pasted to the flaw
white gold
white gold

silver bullets
shoot the moon
remember the
scent that hung
in the room
gnger snaps
and butterscotch
a bandage on a knee
seasons snoozing
the wind is wooring
like fresh graves
carefree

tinned things
needful eyes
watch alert
from the picture
snaps
the bureau
with the sticky drawer

crooked are the limbs
waiting
idling empty
curious thing

the wind
says
neither I

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