The Underneath

As something in

The Underneath
a passing scent
of the steely blues.

He smiles as if
passing passionate secrets with his ears.


There are some days when the sky drains
every ocean in a single night,

it is days like these mirrors shatter and
eyes held together show the rashes of desert hands.


He wanders eating the splinters of reality,
with fireless yearning  searching for the perfect void
to sit within him dissolving the pain in his hands.


He smiles this time to turn the corner and walk away
in way only your closest friend would.