Amber Luna

still waters of plated glass, stained a pale green/blue
shimmering, pearlescent and reflective in a way that my nature can relate to.
a pane, an ache..you refract me,
bend me out of shape whilst entrapping me in my skin, my limitations
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she lay within a boat, wooden
with one side red, one side blue,
inside green. paint chipping, wood weathered.
caught in the lapping and lolling
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a halo of flies hover over carcassed thoughts,
a mosaic of corpses..species unknown,
piled in medicated concussions of stunning oblivion.
will o' wisps misleading the collations of souls which wander,
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those unscrupulous hands and wrists,
coy twists and flicks,
so dainty,
so subtle,
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tiny corners starved of irregularity, fired vines
of scalding ivy drowned in oxygen daggers.
excessed access, sea-niled memories
of the unforgiving misconception, the illusion of company,
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pealed away from where he lay
the clouds bore down with malice.
tears collide where death resides
and so he tips the balance.
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the mud is thick
and the puddles shallow
run away
and blame the shadow
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sticky web
of
backward
-
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my hands, they scuffle against these restraints...this oil.
its not so much the oil as the pit,
it consumes me and my mind, slick and cool.
the slop imbues stagnant edges on the boarder line
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you came with your bible of dreams and preached wordlessly of sins and rewards,
patchwork clouds brushing against my cheek.your words in actuality always
taking refuge behind a screen, never revealing your stage name.
your iron tipped wings spoke of prophecy and your aura exuded ideologies.
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diluted intoxication,
elixar of yours that
candy coats my throat,
provides disorient
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i stand, brushing fingers against the translucent wings of irony,
gently feeling each ridge of contradicting destiny.
nothing is more real than being faced, finger tip to finger tip,
the droplets of identity merging.
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organic organs of the
orchid
dissected
probed
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