Wax combs.

Caught you in summer house by the lake 

wax combed fingers your bloodied mistakes 

You can dragging those nets you kill to krill 

Time Under challengers lights militate smoke.

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can you see through the half and half poured

braided hair and circles where cropped suits

laid out with folded corners on green felts.

The blood is still as the waters shakes with shrimp

saving wades rainy days where oil and steam whistle

And the only poison those boxers no longer knew.

Gods longer reaching arms that stretched to pick

Off through bends for teeth and Loose change 

of movie lovers you left to limbo leafing goodbyes 

in dojo’s that they tried to overthrow with 

polling fires and plastic sword.