SWEET CREEPS

The starlight bleeds and whimpers
as explosions carve up seconds
fingers brush cityscapes
of hanging heads and sweets
pulling down black patches
where sand and foam shatter

Absorbed in ritual I witnessed
the ending of skies
slipped consciousness and collected
shivers
my friend with no eyes
minted jellies, sparked conversation
I just sat
held my breath
a garland of tongues and razor blades
sheathing and unsheathing in plain
sight

Sorrow bedded us like a marriage vow
with one ring and wandering tides
and all the fish with
plain-clothes police
danced at our reception

There were six kinds of mercy
and six limbs severed
procurement of knives and forks left
no skin untasted.

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