Dead Mirrors

Swift ears bring 

remembered gasps, as

slandered hearts 

taste broken bones

Half an earphone rolls

into the wasted land

between our heads

Feet scrape across

the land of cracking knuckles

and forgotten whistles

Dead mirrors 

cast ruined faces into 

magnified jeopardy

Things get smaller 

Someone stares with

half an eye; bends,

sweeps the scattered debris

of a shattered smile

off a carpet

clouded with the dust of the past

A sister sings

as a brother smashes guitars outside

He watches the

strings peel

converge

bend into each other

make love, dancing like spider's legs

Fluid seeps out of damaged spores 

in the garden behind

the stained glass:

tears the plant always wishes

it could take back