movement

December 12, 2010 at 10:32 pm (poetry)

blue, like fields of dying skies
broken and fading into stars
ripped across the ceiling of my skull;
dotted, burning scars resolving from black.

insomniac bus trips
across vast mouth-fulls
of earth and distance
with time as a cursory,
imaginary companion.

my teeth shifting,
collapsing or imploding
within my cavernous mouth.

My eyes melting
within their own teary glaze,
sinking behind the sheild
of my cheek-bones.

dissolving within the vicissitudes.

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