propelled by dual desires

to get coffee at cumby's

and feel styrofoam

with the nerves in our fingers

jackets brushing with a

muffled sound of wind through

glass cold flesh

caught a feather in the wind

frozen moment rectangular

street light cover, eyes

fixed lifting me

like death for a second

frozen wisps of thought

turn my sweat into steam

remember the wall-to-wall carpeting

hidden in the deepest crevices of my brain

traveling for a long time and not getting bored

listening to the sound of my blood flowing
garbled whispers in the dark

dark hands toying with

dusty wooden cubes

camera pans away from space

up out of cadaver


( a one-result composition )