seventeen holes poked
precariously in the lid
of a cracked mason jar
to prevent carbon monoxide death
blinking amarillo
casting shadows against
star-lit reality
slowing time with sluggish
beats of wings
dew scented sun rays
creeped into the iris of your eyes
coaxing subconscious notions
of freedom to enthusiastic fingers
metal tinging against glass
[melancholy]
as you let them go



6 old applause
