Camera ready Burn for the camera Burn by the camera A half inch Your mouth, open Eyes speaking before your lips Closed, and coded My mouth Hunting for words You swim in syllables Hands as punctuation Windchimes and piano keys My teeth crack Jaw locked Terror from tongue to tonsils You are cinema Painting in the air Soliliquies and skywriting I watch with little hope In my expression Confidence lost in A cressendo of claustrophobia
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I know I missed being timely for this one, but some days the pen fights the words and the idea. Took me a while to get the feel and rhythm I wanted.
My apologies
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