terminal 20/20 vision.

relation with minimal words
running
through backyards
through rain
from pain and conceit
i wonder where the axial gods are
at times like these

they say, “chapter’s end”
but this wasn’t a book
maybe it wasn’t about companionship
maybe it was about survival
and we didn’t see
but you saw—
clenching a different look

love hustler
foggy, vacant views
shipping and handling required
to the blind carton revolver
while kindred fooled

the prescription impairs,
the motion blur endured
making it harder to get to you

you’re the undrugged dope
that transports
new thrill
and electric hope to my soul
versus distance
and suspired pressure
nearsighted judgement manipulates
the unmatched, ricocheted desires
down to the slinky-ed coil springs
down to the bottom wire
stagnant

across the pink walls
in place of the emptied furnishings
lay the black and teal binoculars to confusion
the corrective misleader
to a flawed but loved being
precious in her own way

fatigue washes over
the insulated weeping
running
alone, through backyards
through rain
to pain and conceit
retinal exposure to sealed eyelids
running blind

run back instead, to me