they didn’t appear to be gaining

Sapped of pluck, it was time to set loose a slouch
hot on the trail of a pilgrim to sure-footed novelty

skin thinned

- like over-eager eggshell
outlandish remnants
crack me

leave a message

in the shape of
pent up consolation
a crowd stopping plunge bottles up


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Achillies

in high heeled socks
I spike the week’s hot spot

uncommon ground

whoever survives
a (this) point of view
overhears revival
describe unofficial
freedom as “the to and fro
of lost threads”

stay

when the solid river is
out of your hands
it is
not time
to make enquiries of push

can you say that again

when the point of finding the point
pierces,
it sharpens the ear