the handshake.

the handshake.

the handshake.

millionth mile in hands that shake
bluish green in fists galore
a smile could ruin every grin
inside malaise a tormentor

dementia floods a manic eye
threads this needle oddly slow
fake is reparation heat
a pantheon in human glow

cripple sick a wicked need
the brittle bend of body out
shapes consider losing time
the flagrancy of the devout

sheep will follow mutiny
failure flooding up the brain
a thrust within a prison cell
shackled reborn die in vain

break away from shadows cast
a fluid retching all the lands
mouths agape a bruising din
a million miles of shaking hands.


Chris Vaughn


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