Sweat,the ripe water lunch
hangs from the daggers
imprinting faces
with freckles and wrinkles,
the skin’s perched albatross.
The knuckled wind from the apple tree,
the Narcissus of the miscarried cells
of adolescence,
stops by to drown in it.
Darkness scrubs the light
clean into Einstein mess.
The Barge View 
I really like your work. I would love for you to send some to altpoetics.WordPress.com if you’re interested.
Thank you. It means a lot to me. I would definitely submit some of my poems to altpoetics.