Broken cadillac teeth
fix their fragments in the mirror
and gleek in crooked lined disaters
toward the corner of my eye.

Chain-linked fence-phobia
set to overheat
on a field of metal scraps
where over-easy spells defeat.

Barn animal aloof
with concrete slabs for hands
they keep an inch of daylight
between their lives at all times.

We search for patterns in the skin
the tiny flakes of speckled dust
is really death sending post cards
from the place where the wanting lust.

09/27/2011