(we are) wall ball material

naked like ankles
bit by geese
scraped on thorns
bloodshot

our eyes

behind caked makeup an
low-grade petroleum
products
our scars

salvage yards

smoke trails
pic'n'pull
highways
bits of plastic
bits of plaster

bits of glass

we are
wall ball material
circa 1973

our water
steady boiling
ona stove
poached eggs

double-breasted
back-stabbings
on front street

the boardwalk vanishes 

in the fog
in the cloud

gas consumption
tele vacation
the coffee
sure is bitter
around here

for now
you made a friend
i made a friend
my gosh

you can do that
you see
young runaway
you did

letter

one lonely night ona

edge ina pool
of light

inscribed by hand
taken from the scene

collected bya squeeze 

ofa heart

folded in thirds

double encrypted
inaccessible to all

but one

like pores
touched by witch

hazel

ona edge

ina pool

of light 

one candle

 night

kept

 from a
world and

given

you

- KatYa

potion

dyscolored
in the foamy froth
so recently drained
boiled off

the scientists stand
fatigued
admiring

language lost
in a crowd of
the avowed

the serum

there is a discordance
a shaking of foundations
if the color hits the litmus test

and meets other requirements 

unknown

the sound
a hollow tone

- excerpted from 

'Heart Holds A Vacancy' 

(KatYa, 2011)

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