My hollow hands unlace my shoes.
I follow those from pinning of the butterfly to
the liberation of its wings.
Now I sit in the twin pools of my shoes
drowning in those. Four walls susurrate.
The neon outside dots together a river.
This way no ways home any longer.
In twin puddles my feet waddle into the deep.
Somewhere down there lie dreams
in their mass burials.
Authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, ‘A Place For Your Ghost Animals, Understanding The Neighborhood’, ‘Scratches Within’, ‘Kleptomaniac's Book of Unoriginal Poems’, ‘Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems’ and now ‘Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel’ (Alien Buddha Press)
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