As lines give way See them fade, yellow to gray Realize what is meant when people say There are not enough hours in the day… Always thought them fools; Useless words – toys, not tools… I did not know how they could feel that way.
Don’t want to change a thing, lovely Amethyst avatar You’re perfect Just the way you are Don’t you know Every stone has It’s cracks and Striations Bits of dirt embedded Between jagged edges torn From the soil with Scornful impatience
Effortless Smoke curls like Eager tail of small cat From the space between You and I Where lit cigarette rests with callous disregard For the air in which it was sparked to life Only moments before
wehave always wereandare(our name is blue star)where the sign isthat which makes youso farall golden yellow pink and orangefresh yetcrawling naked in the rottenEarth and fleshrivers reddeadferment soiled fed to wedEmerald shimmer your dress nowI am not Godbut I have made this world for youand I would send rainto burn it to the groundbeDamnedbreathing bleedingsandinmyhand … Continue reading oh, mea culpa (8, again)
Note: Due to formatting, the title here is not correct (though, what is?). This poem is called 22_now_22. Thank you for your understanding. Full disclosure and credit due, I’ve been listening to the album 22, A Million by Bon Iver lately, starting yesterday 2/22/2021, at the suggestion of my dear friend Blackbird, and it has … Continue reading 2^2_now_2^2
okay. end state: 8 /fate same weight both ways reflect tocelebrateelseemulate toimitate? 12 yearsnew fears 13 days shield=mace heart laidto waste linesbreakyour face take breath (not taste) away no haste no grace waitbait to bate 20 2 4 3 2 more to see you breathe fog / steam 2C Dig toBeneath Dougiedug E3 not 15through … Continue reading IMMirrorr MirrorrIM