Three Poems

what you see in my forehead
came from a comet that sailed
through December
it left its mark in the form of passageways
opening a path through everyone that saw it

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snakebite blacklight
    the thief never comes at midnight
airstream pipedream
    he may arrive on a sunbeam
sailing bracing
    he will never find me waiting
glass pane double drain
    I fell from the sky in an airplane

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around the star we swing
like a hammer chasing
a nail that fell into the void
always swinging
never landing,
a ball of glass forever falling
to the floor