Invisible Unless Gone

Good and evil
in my spoon,
goodbye
beautiful youth.

With little black lies
comes responsibility.

How true was
the kingdom
of the invisible
possum?

We were
pretending
back then,

inventing,
until it got
all too real.

Wasted
in every way
asking . . .

if you really
care.

“One bullet to rule them all,
one bullet to find them,
one bullet to bring them all,
and in the darkness bind them.”

I see you
in the reflection
of our fingers
not touching
dreams.

The four senses
between the five.

Maybe she likes this band.
Maybe that’s her in the crowd.
Maybe I fucked up.

I . . .

ŠJ.D.C.IV 2019

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