Palm me Off

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spit polish the metal
a gleaming clip where the hand
rises, meeting the face in the place
where breath is deeply drawn in –
held until dawn breaks eternity,
celadon dream-skin fluttering haze
behind the eyes
– roaches nesting –
never mind salvaging the remains
of this day or most others,
so scant it’s clad in lingerie lace
body less ghost
clasping pain under the weight
I sag
– a slag heap of glittering needles and dyes
drip injected then scanned,
yeah, you read between whatever lines
standing outside looking in –
but I’m unabashed in my trenchancy
as caustic as the acrid taste
of smoke swallowed,
the final drag leaves you nervous
as I split the lips and exhale
a bright lemon neon vacancy drifting in my eyes
– the roaches are stirring –
you cough on the smell of offal blistering
in the sun
the stench heated, permeating your wordless
accusations, mutating decomposition
you wear your fear like royal robes
empiric denial
but I can only laugh a pale green glaze,
a yellow smile
the rich deep aroma thick about the waist
coating my tongue
– my saviour,
the only grace released
in a backlit sun-stretch halo
ringing my head
as you trip in your bidding
trying to back away from me
feral cat rubbing figure eights around
your legs, bending the measures of time,
denying you your mind’s purpose
I spark life from this pitch dark tar
as the roaches scrape themselves free

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mlmm prompt: wordle#165

1. Shine
2. Clip
3. Abash (v) to destroy the self-confidence, poise, or self-possession of; disconcert;make ashamed or embarrassed
4. Read
5. Salvage
6. Celadon (n.) a pale grey-green, any of several Chinese porcelains having a translucent, pale green glaze
7. Permeate
8. Sag
9. Nervous
10. Vacant
11. Offal: the parts of the animal that are considered inedible, viscera, rubbish
12. Trenchancy (adj.) incisive or keen, as language or a person; caustic; cutting; vigorous; effective; energetic

Rainy Day Greys

it’s a thick sweater snuggle in
with a hot cuppa tea
if it pleases –
sweetened with a slip
of honey
to dissipate the bitter taste
of another
endlessly steeping
grey sea sky day
delivering on its promise
rain rain rain
soaking into the new
evergreen cloak
grounding the brown sand
to chocolate café au lait
serving up my joint pain
as crunchy biscotti
on the side

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I would love to …
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Three Movies Sweater: Hand-Knits : pattern by Handarbetaren on Ravelry

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nothing to be done for it
snuggle deeply into it
the rain falls as it will
and I wonder what happen to all the swarms
– the black flies
where do they hide?
when it’s an endlessly weeping stream
for surely they can’t fly
where do they hide?
and why don’t they drown
and die –
this would be some consolation
and relief

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