Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Moonshine

We dream through twilight, a sky of carrot stars, and claret moons. We
shun comfort, content for but a moment, with silent sorrows. We come
to—to feel embrace, cased in hives. We chase a sun, to glisten abyss, a
basket of briers. We eat and laugh, gums filled with blood, trekking
wisdom’s trail. We love it like liquor, torn for charms, ever to awaken;
and what a dream, to tremble a light switch, while thrusting a pillow.
We realize a life, a troubled adolescence, where father meant no harm.
We feel it grief, rapt in bliss, to stumble to a porch; and more the patio,
staring at oak, and chasing a gopher. It’s want for lies, and hearts for
gifts, filtering sociopaths. I speak it lightly, for many love, to raise a
family. Its cocaine tears, for cocaine prayers, to move the Ghost; and
yes for sober, a cold paradox, to mince a countenance; and what to live,
to know for help, and crying features. I see it for different, to envy herbs,
as jealous as God. The tides are fierce, reading ‘Barth, blinking through
thoughts; and eyes water, to hear her name, a woman for colors; and
ever shade, a bit for harm, to heal a village. We love it green, to feel for
joys, even a touch. I see it, naïve, to build for bricks, a psychic pyramid.
The world is watching, even Big Brother, afraid to breach God. I do
infringe, a grove of hearts, growing through friction; and yes its truth,
a shorn impression, to see a feature; and what to love, a me in her, a her
in me.     

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