old one ends

The sky has joined us in our heads
    an elegant rattling ensues
  &
 agony -
until the web between worlds splits
   and scary shit comes out

There is no safe place
   outside the tree fort
or Peter Pan's rec room
It's easier to take
with a nice chilly breeze
and a couple blankets on at night

Who's sitting here waiting for this cobweb
selling carpeting
from bankrupt motels

  a slow reveal

Exhibits from the school cabinets

a jellyfish could
 unlock
the secret of immortality
recently returned
from a tanning products
convention in Nashville
green effulgence
or rejected swain
it's the 13th inning
  after midnight

Right now I'd like to be
the reflection in a
   mirror
of a lake outside a window
as a gnarly hand pops out
  clutching
the bloodied white rag
    of peace