roots and nerves
move dirt
boots and struts
make us
a brilliant nightmare
of sherbet lip-tasting
tears of a broken one
who knows any ‘thing’
but that ‘thing’ we find
killing us all slowly.
:: 07.23.2020 ::
roots and nerves
move dirt
boots and struts
make us
a brilliant nightmare
of sherbet lip-tasting
tears of a broken one
who knows any ‘thing’
but that ‘thing’ we find
killing us all slowly.
:: 07.23.2020 ::
AND within the beautiful
where i never knew
within the bountiful
love
i once tasted life
then knew as a screw
tightly bounded by
wood and you
that shaped the thread
of my heart by helix
–not a spiral
and as the first screw
factory — my love,
it was a financial failure!
:: 09-13-2015 ::