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I hid the bottle behind the painting leaning
The frame ornate art deco men sports coats pipe smoke
Shuffle board smokestacks lounge deck silk chiffon
Well mannered voices jostling for space &
I dream of the Orient away from you
Cancelled Christmas threw both doors open
Invited the rain in clouds peering like Toms
I’m hurting thoughts of you grit salt wound
The show wraps another episode down
My tongue swells mouth searching for a pearl
The phone flickers to life and I incredulous
Answer calm without feeling armor oyster voyeur
My voice is a lever I lower that cadence I know you like
Friend friend friend friend friend friend friend
To defend against loose ends that lead to dead ends
When you cry it sounds like laughter I smile back
I picture your tears a pool kissing a warm bank
You want me to listen to you realize I’m all eyes
The track warbles plaintive keening euphoric in panic
An epiphany or AI psychosis friend or foe now or no
Mentally a sigh a hand a glass a bottle behind a painting leaning
I don’t tell you I love you this time not this time
Perhaps again a different life when you pull yourself
Away that pool kissing a warm bank take a walk
Clear your head make your way to my door
Look at me finally someone you cannot bend
See the future build a life protect each other from slipping
Love a loop a tether to the past a nexus a portal a step in time
When I look back fighting to pull from a bottle in the now
Some when some day some plane that lifts off
I will say I love you when you will hear it
And I wonder at present will I choose which mirror
Will I hook my hopes on you in which when will I trust you
A beautiful crier sobbing on Christmas day
While I alone pull from a bottle after your voice
Pulls at places within me I don’t care for
When I wake up tomorrow will you write about me
When you wake up tomorrow will I write about you
Are you lost in your reflection or is this what I am
Are we enchanted foils friends foes in love with ourselves
I stumble make coffee laugh at the cosmic disarray
Asked for faith when my mama told me you’d step into my life
In the form of a beautiful lost hellbent blind for himself boy
At odds with the place when I exist distrustful of heart
To call me one hour behind when you realize you love me
My mind maps the terrain wrestles with the geography of time
Am I your future are you my past are you the west am I the east
And I find morsels of you in my teeth in my hair in my skin where we collide
Shivering the gale at the doors a river blistering I reach for the edge of your soul
I ask why I question your arrival I silently beg you to find me in time
Will you decide to arrive express and forgo freewill rebuild at last
I fear the outcome the painting the ornate at leisure
And do whatever to forget the past a trick of light
Hope can be a road a sea a path to the east an eventuality
An illusion a false start a beggar a bard a boy lonely
I’ll hold myself hard bruise and shut both doors
A thought traded for a bottle behind the Orient
A pearl can be swallowed returned to the wound left to rot
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