Dried Jelly Fish

the highs and lows

weathered to rust..
our mosaic gaze now just in repeat
inaccessible opputunities salts the wound
that others slip by. without a pose.

like a freckled hen perched plum high
we see the crystal and pearls
all awhile in drunken addiction 
i have no story to tell....

Awaken now.. to blood reflux 
metallic and choking 
but be the silence and amongst its loneliness.. 

Candy smells carry us to the iresponsible and free
where we play awhile and within its smile
like the dried up jelly fish that come ashore....