Snake Eyes – August 2022

Nameless blue whipped across the jagged sky
Beyond it, a vignette of scabs and scars scattered
Across the red skin of the sun
Under us, white silica salt peppered into the shoreline

Take comfort in reading the words she never wrote
Sounds of the bird song diner
Shallow bark of the yellow void
And September’s cold fuzz

Thin tension
Arranged thoughts,
light like the brush of a sword,
Leave no hope for lucidity

A man ruled by his vices
Says goodnight to that part of his life
Authorized from hell
It was time to re-write his ten-color story