The Lone Cat

grey eyes
stare, openly
at the flesh of elephant plums
raw and hanging, dripping with a sour earthiness
open your fists, green guava
soon dropped upon the shore
of a tall-tiered world, singing of poverty and praises

i hope you can see my future
in dripping peach tea leaves,
chemically bloated with sweetener
until the silver edges and feminine handle are sticky with syrup

what do the dredges whisper to you, teller?

behind the blinds, we watch stripes of
empty walls, yellow-wedding sunsets, 
watercoloring paper until it frays, fades
against shaky hands, weathered blisters

I do not think you will learn of sacrifice

Heaven
slowly passes here,
yet I am possessed
of dauntless courage
I satisfy the absence of
no friend
with the enthusiasm of
disappointment
To sustain myself, I commit to paper for the communication
I desire

Lonely wanderer, face sallowesque underneath the bareness of your hood.
From mind to hands to fingers to feet, you are cold,
an icy rottenness unable to recover, even under the influence