A paperless sky

The faint unraveling

of tears

unlozenged

and descending.

I watch

as a poster of sky

detaches from the ceiling

and falls between us

Companion

She ratchets

imaginary love

back into existence

and drags it

to bed,

screaming

of the mechanical

unfleshing

The yellowing
of our faces
nearly browns
us away.

Perhaps
when the purples
of mistrust
have faded

our hues
will have softened
in the pinkening
of recovery.

The measured pasting
of our congratulatory handshakes
repeats like mindless keystrokes
from one window to another.

The windows have all sprung leaks.

In the memories of warmth

you just barely survive.

Procession

All the cars are white but one.

We are in dire need of mulch, my dear.

The weeds of our words to be drowned

The roots of our souls to be nourished.

I have been trying all day

to bake into the kitchen 

your taste

but the aroma of your touch

keeps calling me

to bed.