the last item

and the worst thing is seeing
yourself as you make the mistake
the fumbled catch the misplaced line
and then it flashes again
memory mauls hard
fangs stab a cacophony
the vowels of blame embed
between the flow of constancy
a quick drum trill to end
as if blood pulsed out
into the dry thirsty earth
with you the last witness
such eyes dry and tired
can only wish what they see

(June 29, 2014)

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