MOS: Erriapus

When we know little more than a name
wasting away in red
a free moment that glasses over the moon in repose.

I am silent in the bog.
Watching. There is a hope
of limousines and remorse.

Broken rings break constantly.

We come home from the past
seeking abuse of the horn
I am whipped again.

The leather is the bringer.

Frayed among the lashes.

I await,
having nothing to say.

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MOS: Albiorix

This is missing.
It’s all bullshit and shells.
Empty chairs or pages or
the taste of warm Dr Pepper has outgrown us.

Glass alters the shadow,
it now shimmers on the table top,
the pre-distressed concrete floor,
with all the hints of a broken life.

But they said you were missing.
Hidden under a presidential beard:
guns and top hats,
swimming pools and cocktail dresses.

The simple hedge of mourning.
a glimpse of the blasé.

MOS: Kiviuq

Keys.
Keys, keys.
jangle in pocket.

Jnagle dangle loose.

Keys open doors
Keys brass.

The way home keys,
list in the oceans a ship in the snow
placed. Under sighs and collapses.

Portable brass, the black earth is covered.
Underfoot, a nethe.

When hands are pressed together, the feeling fails,
as if you yourself are not really
there not touching, a dream of existence.

I wander in the wonder,
imagine what snow meant in melt and drift.

MOS: Polydeuces

Not sure how allegiances lie.

How I’ve missed you.

Again I have missed.

My brother wife.

The leaves fallen from my hand,
no answers in the station.
Again this is from the hand.

Pond water is the bath,
Lily pad scent obscured.

Coming home was never easy.

Leave me.

Come back.
A simple return in the steps,
a dance with no end.

Shuffle in place if you’d like.
I am not bound by your points.

MOS: Helene

So much to be unsaid,
withdrawn from the throat.

Kept among the puzzle of lights,
iron wrought,
so wrecked into trees unseen, unanswered.

Opposite the envy. No bringer of a jury.

I yell “Fire!” in the room.

This is for all of us to die.
to remain certain in our beliefs.

So constrained, almost an explosion.

Thirst the moment before the boom.

The stillness of the second that passes.

I want to be left here before it ______.

To be left during the falling of fruit.

I collapse, I collapse.