RAINE REFLECTIONS
Blue Gelato 41
Karl’s feet are cold
the kind of chill
that tightens tendons,
and curls ligaments;
a deep aching
gnawing into bone,
tearing at flesh
feeling like a cartoon penguin
crying ice-cube tears,
Karl raises a hash pipe
to an upside-down smile
flicks his Zippo®
the flint lightning strike
leaving impressions
in drooping blood-stained eyes
reminding him of something
he can’t quite place;
a deer in the headlights
kind of thing
a paralyzed memory
consumed by flames
ravaged by time
or some shit
it doesn’t matter
nothing does
inhaling particle-blue textures,
digging into the pine
and earthy groove,
feeling the warm love
branching into sapling lungs
straining and tight
his Dizzy Gillespie cheeks
succumbing to the pressure
of a bent trumpet release
exhaling a tired catharsis
of resignation
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