Black Hole / New Star

The right eye decays 
The left is beaming prisms 
            Sharp enlightenments 
Jargoning 3-D 
dust fragments, plaque erodes 
              bloodied enamel 
Immortal bodice 
Embalmed guillotined limbs 
              Millions of myths 
Those grounding buzzwords 
“clover” “kitchen stool” “mother” 
              still resonating 
Route 1 is rearview 
Steel spires act as dull road lines 
              Here, streets are foreign

Home was a mirage 
expanding through the windows 
              A winery of 
antiques amid 
aged archaic air, absinthe 
              acid ales, amongst 
the crusting fruit flies 
on the basement’s bottom steps 
              which loose nails snag socks 
Laundry-chute wishes 
whispered from the lead paint fumes 
              harboring vices 
A vicious “black hole” 
spiral staircase, a “new star” 
              crowns the nursery