Headspace

Fingers curled in hair
words waiting on each end
liberally plucked
till nothing is left

First maintenance
now madness
as close as I can manage
pulled participles past-due

Waisted jacket weather
strait white walls still blank
all my inside colors
would only serve to stain

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Clap Your Hands

It’ll never work
if you’re happy
self-fulfilling loathing
siphoned both ways

Mutual spigotry
my cork in your hand
your cork in my heart
stoppered-gap love

Manifest miseries
made tolerable by two
it’ll never last
and we know it