saffron fingerish-stain
seeps its endless ink
the skin’s only link
to punishment for
disregarding
weeks unto decades
god-dammit, this
strain and its
pulse quickens
grotesquely quite
quiet
keep staring
did i say weeks?
i meant weaks
knee-less
lost a girl
and it still
bothers me
because
i never told her
she’s gone insane
blatantly, our shoulders
unhinged, tossed screws
into lakes without names
whose premonition is rust
hiding the body and trust
under sel-fish camouflage
distending our feelers
and projecting fear
but you see our dummies
like stretching sunflowers
only indigo, and curled fetal
no petal discontinuous, sealed
we slink and slime
the borders
of responsibility
are indecipherably
foreign, intimidating
i just walked away
after that last slug
too tired to return
be the good guy
is inhumane
and like i said
it’s in the mirror
simmering endlessly
in nostalgia’s throb
disastress 
Did you really make paella? Man I wish I could eat your food. You sound like you must be amazing in the kitchen.
I love this whole section:
“lost a girl
and it still
bothers me
because
i never told her
she’s gone insane
blatantly, our shoulders
unhinged, tossed screws
into lakes without names”
Beautiful: “like stretching sunflowers
only indigo”
I love the word “throb.”
Oh yes, the first stanza is awesome. It all is, but these are my favorites.
I don’t know if I have the patience for paella… Not that I don’t make time consuming meals…. There’s just something about the staining qualities if saffron that I cannot commit to. I also don’t eat any seafood, so it would be half hearted, to begin with. Your analysis is brilliant, as usual.
LOL I didn’t even give you an analysis on this one. 🙂