Friday, February 16, 2018

Previously Published on BlazeVox Online Journal . . .


Skydiving naked in a mind field
ing moonbeams like bullets (matrix
style – all slow-motion black
patent sexy), I dial escape.  Screaming
winds respond with a synthesized version
of my own voice that could never be
described as an echo.  Thank god
for rip cords.  Way to overstate
the obvious.  I swallow
our mutual fear, continue
to free
into this quasi-dark
ness that doesn’t feel anything
like sleep.


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