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Syntax Issue 10
Denver Syntax
{32 flavors of love and death}
  john dorsey


sleepless most mornings i
am held breathless in
the sun's contempt under
what would be my
breath whispering "is there
any safe place around
here to die?" i have
harvested dreams like some
people harvest the organs
of the dead 10 fingers
10 toes i hum
these words 10 fingers
10 toes to touch
the ocean floor of
death once our lips touched
10 fingers 10 toes
our dreams have become
marrow flesh turned inside
out i wear my
heart on the inside
of love dream death
dream love sleepless
maybe i'm already dead
maybe these words are
the words of dreaming
i hum them to
children licking the blood
of old spirit wounds
all 32 flavors of
dying ring in my
ears as i hum
their meaning in the
hours before sunlight becomes
flesh and i am
merely billy the kid
wearing ghost skin in
the moonlight

most mornings i sweep
up stars in a dustbin

to the casual observer

i am the stuff
of broken promise