Bullet Holes Through a Four-Four Count

Slinger Waiting on the day for the Swallow to transmute the air between this ether and yours patterned after an annual bedsheet and full of a chest swelling with blood and a face as forgotten as chests buried beneath sea tides, legendary rainbows wide over forgetfulness -- subtle forgetfulness -- collecting material for a nest; a grave, sour maw of disappearing Now reappearing in your eyes next to anti-eyes 'ere smilin' hell at this faster incompletion. Tiptoe. Mirror Select. Load? Holster. Stalk? Draw. "Do you have a moment, Miss Seer? Look what I've drawn." Bourbon. Ex-mark. Tattoos. Born. Into This. Surreal. It Does. Only Roulette. Hocus Poker. Reaching A Final Frontier Divvy: Brown Eyes Coal Eyes Wall Sockets L. Fire Tides Genocides Suit Pockets Knell. Slinger You perceive a safety I count on as we all fear we will lose something crucial? What is ever crucial if already revenants bustle chameleon beneath city lights perfectly regarding lights in wonder with other -- revenants. I will appear before you suddenly in the park "Eden!" you will laugh as though subtle darkness is a magic trick and those anti-eyes will hide true feelings behind laughter and I will shudder -- I once wore them, too -- and I will perceive these two sets of eyes before me, Yours and Not Yours, who cannot tell that this varsity jacket will soon hide more than Sin. On your face. Syntax; Synonym; Smiling -- Antonym. Drawn. Holes. Your face -- too memorable -- too unforgetful, they dream Forever Now. Beyond Sleepy Hollows. Dying by first light, living beneath your iron sunsets? Your red roses kissed blooming out of your neck? Forever; Us; Chasms, Angel. Mirror Silence. Darkness. Each Day. Random. Today? No. Where is He?