Tin

Tin

Faceless I lie -- a pomegranate unpeeled

She turns the carwheel
packed but empty,
we travel round expectancy
and the needle of the night
pierces me blankly
as you peer for a sign
these countless eyes
blind stars, flare unreeling
these are the blinkers on the roads of the sky
delusion travels fearlessly
through veins and arteries

In the Pike Market,
the world turns, spit-roasted
children straddle a golden pig
at each step I feel the spikes
under my feet burn
the carbuncles
and these eyes that were rubies
now open
round vacancies

Pray for the faithless and the unborn

i broke the seal
but didn't taste the wine
out of the splinters on my skin i
shape a chameleon that
scatters
under the table

Pray for the faithless and the unborn

Faceless the day
drips
and spits
"Where are the napkins?'

No apology is expected
Two smokers on the roof
( can't hear my cursing )

i knead your skin seeps in silent beams
and eat the stars like soya beans

"The Japanese government shouldn't apologize"
The teacher is bald

Pass me the salt
of the conversation

Pass the turnpike
of acceptance

and drown

And your eyes like almandine
Will shine?
In the night
A balm
In the void
Of time

To Seattle

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