Saturday, December 12, 2015

A pair of wire-rimmed glasses
folded upon a shelf

Sinning without you
   failed conspiracies
  loneliness and regret
 commingling and  yet
kept  separate
by the most thin
impervious membranes
these   barriers
  the air between us
  electroplated   into shields
 shining   over  the course
of  an evening
the bright nickel disc
of the moon
  the solitary mirror
between us a reminder
 of the condom that success
fully performs its function
 then    discarded
from the car to  a gutter
 mirrors what happened
to    our   still crowning star
 doing well  today
   must  be    futile
without you    here
with  the dragon
smiling back at  us
 through its bandages 
 


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