Residual-Detritus

Welled brackish in the recess of my eyes

the tears pooled

my lashes poked out – and blue the butterfly kisses of a fish dying on it’s side

pectoral fin’s fluttering decrescendo

hinting at the lilt

transferring to the hilt of

the source of this fidelity

mannish goy sent packing

spanish philter’s awkward absence.