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In the beginning was the word-
and the word was…

light darkness 
dawn promise  dusk despair.

I was a tempest
child a feral cat-
alone wild and
untamed eyes a
jigsaw of shattered chaos.

Mom sighs a rustle
Autumn leaves of
disappointment her gaze
a mirror reflecting every
misstep a stalag.

"Just Fix It!" her then
my mantra carved in
condemnation each
scratching syllable a
fragmented splinter in my
fickle fragile frailty.

My adolescence bled
into a jungle-of dark shadows 
where reverberation
of lost innocence lingered
Syringes gurgled deceit in
lullaby Grimm and Perrault tones.

Syringes pinged promises
of false belonging their
icy touch cold metallic my dissociative
confidant.

Each puncture a pause
in the narrative a fleeting
escape from shame’s
persistent deadwood.

I a ruptured ship battling
relentless waves
gasping.

"Just Fix It!" I heard
through the smog fog as
innocence withered like
frost-bitten flaccid petals.

My salvation lingered in
Smelling antiseptic sterile halls 
hope flickering
like an overused cadaverous
candle in a storm of
daunting despair.

Old habits-clung 
Like ivy, to crumbling walls,
under the weight-time.

Relationships mirrored my
mother’s winter of discontent
a carousel of pleading faces
spun in the dark.

College loomed a distant
shimmer of redemption a
mirage on the horizon slipping
through my skeletal grasp.

I wandered / fell lost / my way
as the maze runner of broken
dreams and vile vows.

Marriage followed a flickering
flame in the winds of unspoken
rancid regrets.

Children’s laughter / just a
hollow hymn / emptiness / hmmmm

delivering dreams of dirt
potential again decapitated.

"Just Fix It!?" I swear and
I swore but sobriety remained
just a ghost in the wishing well
elusive stoned cold.

Now beneath the city's
neon hum I find answers
in the needle’s venomous
vomit Komodo’s bite slowly
coursing through dreams
seeking refuge and ruin.

Each hit a letter of
apology I’ll never have
the courage to pen let
alone send.

The sidewalk listens as /
the confessor's confessional
where I spew secrets / to
indifferent slabs and benches.

Deafening darkness descends
I take a last breath of
Komodo’s feral poisoned kiss
my pernicious piteous prayer.

"Look! You see Mom?"
a slur and a drip of a lone
cylindrical slobber "I’ve Just Fixed It."

My final words hang like
a fading film in the air that
no longer seeks me

My life is a tragic poetic
play of broken rhythms

A testament to all that was lost

closes with the period

of my own

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A Super-Blue Moon
surrendered-
to the night.
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