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Behind his back is a looking glass.
In front of his chest is a woman’s head.
On both sides, there’s a casket.
The woman looks up with missing teeth.
She bleeds from her closed mouth to the grass.
Laughing gas is in an hourglass, but she’s dead.
She drops to the grass as if from his armpit.
Shit! He reeks, and the dead is beneath.
He’s starving. He walks and sees a window.
A rattlesnake bites his right mastoid bone.
He’s too narrow-minded to care,
But he walks during the humidity.
No rain, but lightening in the desert. It’s see-through.
Down, he sees the woman’s gravestone.
Her name’s unknown; that keeps his stare.
Air is dead. He can’t see.
Damn! He awakes with cruel flashbacks.
It’s the Summer Solstice. He’s in a circular pool.
A bridge leads to a basketball court,
Which is in the center.
He tries to think, but he can’t relax.
Half-naked women stare at him as if he’s cool.
When he steps out the pool, he’s no longer short,
But the wind unnaturally feels like winter.
He questions his name and all he knows.
He’s surprised it doesn’t snow. Clouds fade.
Two years pass, and the dead woman is forgotten,
But he sees an elderly woman nailed against a clerestory,
In the position of the Messiah. Blood shows.
She’s naked. He runs like he’s man made.
He reflects on being a one percent, cool has-been,
Fainting with the breaths of an allegory.
His memory’s back. Footsteps shake the ground,
But he can’t move. He has a blackout.
Fear troubles him. He awakes to run away.
Tomorrow’s turning around, but he’s running.
Confused, he can’t hear a sound,
But jolts pass a woman he can’t live without.
She’s engaged at a cookout. He won’t stay.
It’s a normal day when his life’s cunning.