Coffee injections and two percent lean,
“Eat what you see, say what you mean.”
With desert eyes in a pied-a-terre,
I feel the silence of each couple's stare.
I see hands clasped, arms twisted in knots.
Now, envious eyes get bloodshot.
The sun replaced with whispers down my neck:
And I see razorblades grinding to get sharp,
Razorblades schooling like a carp,
Razorblades commuting like the dead,
Razorblades spinning around my head,
Pointing to nothing, but a crocodile’s hive,
Wonderland dreams on the thirty-five.
Fear of collapse, frozen hair remains:
But hope springs before I sigh.
Labyrinths now travel as the crows fly.
Her meandering ways and hypnotic gaze,
She stands still.