the mirage

soft and pliant
ready to go
the stars were aligned,
the cards were stacked.
smiles and sunglasses,
scarf a blowin’
as the top moved back.
engine revving,

bags are packed.

The driver is missing
Breeze has stopped
Seems the car is stalled
The heat is stifling
Lollipop is all alone
Dusty desert doll
Scorpion scurries by

dry baby blues sweep
the horizon

hammock dreams beneath the perseids

You could map the mishaps of recent weeks,
across my scarred face and neck.
Naively, a strong body and hold were
all i wanted to curl beneath.
The safe haven of man with whispered
words of calculated compassion,
sacrifices made to climb that fence
seemed so much smaller when
they were first offered.
The scars are drifting from the outside in,
hitting the chest, beating the heart
drifting back to life with each cigarette breath.
(Yes, I've been smoking lately.)

Missing someone
pales in comparison
to missing yourself.