Skies turn the color of black-eye bruises
Sample-sized creamed milks weave through the dark
The overhead canvas carries flaws like lace doilies,
An effortless grace hanging from the time that spits you out
Double jointed wristwatches tease blurry minds
Teeth become imprisoned, and released in twos
Spotlights shine on the protagonists in every world,
Hypnotized eyes hope the moon might cradle you
Large-mouthed trees gossip in the wind,
Misheard words consumed by a sixties car’s screech
Overambitious footwear claps in a symphonic applause,
Hand thunderstorms for you and for me
Like ghosts, nicotine builds your spirit in the air
Trying to recreate the hours you inhaled when you were free
Accurately captured in a poorly panned photograph,
Synthesized colors; a drunken painter’s sloppiest piece
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