the villain

the villian
has legs that extend
walks first on the heels
wears a hat with thread
breathes deeply
beats a snare drum chest
blinks the eyes
traces the sidewalk web
listens to the blues
takes a pack of cigarettes
likes gas station florescence
talks to empty heads
stalks only the stars
ties the day into nets
is slipped the green to dream
rewrites alphabets
has no anatomy
is shadow: arms ears leg neck
reads corso
curls the lip's edge
evades the sky's pellets
faces no constellation
holds the apple won't eat it
finds the top of a hill
feels full & unfed
swears to god
witnesses the bereft
stares into lit houses
reaches into your ebb
wishes for the best
unafraid of the dead
unafraid of the dead
unafraid of the dead

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