union in deuces

She asked a simple question
silence filled his mouth
with eyes and ears
no memory
no fruit.

A gilded cage rattler
turning on while
seen by other travels.
Asked about vacancy
disguised as occupied.

Longing rushed in for
what had never been
on blasted ground
inside where love on the make
of molten hate rushes
confronting comfort vested
inheriting a golden laced crown of fleas
over bloody iron
melting morph
spilling in
king of cups

toward greater risk
an aster blooms within
no thing    together
induced, quickened
let’s let what’s real
slowly burn it all

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