Death Mask of Mangled Friendship

a cheering invitation

dirty jazz in rote

for a forgotten legend

of

one-handed

red-fingered

blood-blistered

thievery of bloated

wallets

and loaded embossed

magnetic plastic

Words condense

in this

pressurized compactness

of the fine-printed

contract

signed

in invisible

jocular ink

an extract of our skin

sink

sink

::blinking the sidereal vision::

We traded mangosteen blood

for green substance death

Mixed and distorted

broken and contorted

breaking the glass of my eyes

the clock went forward

and it went back

stood still

did jumping-jacks

jammed thumbtacks into fingers

and the memory still lingers

there in trope

the death mask

of a mangled friendship

now counting leaves in an eternal sunset

for the fifth time

by way of sequence

[13:14|03.11.011] ©c.thomas.carter