red stars
come in words tonight
sometimes waving millions
falling here, gently swept
eyes wink another silence
so much subterranean sanction
inkwell freeways zigzagging
my precious smiling endless
it takes an atom bomb lady
mulling over through earthly fingers
heartbeats come in delicacies
welcomed stains and sentimental scars
looking out over balconies
private kings we think
sooner the road narrows north
to damp strangers and strange
colorful eyes on terra-cotta bodies
some spray paint illusions scream
live wires sparking alive
stolid fog in the hollows
come back to me
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