Wednesday, June 24, 2020

Stuffed Notepad


try gothic ghosts such rough passages;
if under lights so unbuilt or if to smile
split in twain while running an ore mile;
such lithic ancestors such death’s ashes.
it was art to pain such math by trauma;
those days so tender accursed for time
as measured by night such raw rind
if imagined seeping lowly by momma.
a woman as underneath a numb ache;
such beautiful knee fearing prayers
such mats, waters, or gut-bled layers  
by erumpent underpinning ink-fate.
so, love or life or haven after dear fame;
in debt to path or church or dear shame.

Time was Brief

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