A Grin That Hangs in Empty Space

The haunted night implies my life,
The stars like splattered mud,
The moon a rip, a cut, a hole that leaks with silver blood

Euphoria wrapped in danger
Like a dagger wrapped in silk,

And that danger’s tantalizing kiss
Shredded holes in silken cloth
And out fell, fluttering, white hot stars
Trembling flurries of Danger’s drug

And the metaphoric silk is my metaphoric life
And that sliver of moon is a tear in the night

A tear up-curved, leaking light,
Smirking down from a blackened night
Cutting short life’s great race

A grin that hangs in empty space
Fraying ends like tattered lace





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