Skin never been clearer

stomach never been harder

as I’ve been working harder

to acheive

to see suns falling

through dissipating

particles of clouds

pouring part breath

to transform particles

in my tubes

as the skin cracks

like lightning bolts

for the very first time

and I pour in cement.

Vanity dreams

now trapped

in a glass jewerly box

during a time

when filter

would have sufficed.

Finally I have attained

it but

it’s fine

I can look good

for the cooper earrings

on the cushion beside me

and the bruised blue

sterling silver chains

of half hearts

from the half hearted remains

that still remain

on a ghost plane

whom I could blow kisses to

through glass and pixels

but won’t

I’ll tuck them into drawers instead.