Tuesday, December 14, 2021

Same Resolution

 

so endearing, those gracious thighs, makes for torture.

I would dream—of pictures, seen falling, aside a pit; clawing frantically, seized by a net, golden-blue eyes, failures inside, famous for a ladder.

a hairless sky, pure opposition, so close to exhaling—breathing incense, trekking faster, the temple shall fall.

the smell of chitlins, the feel of emptiness, striving in community—those welts, so wrangled, upon wicked winds.

unleavened cornbread, fermented berries, a tub of water; dipped, confessing a new life, the mouth filled with deliverance.

aiming for one pain, sipping my poison, mourning hickory.

spaceless, remorseful, one might suggest—it took too long.

judging is celebrated, some forget islands, ostracism, fretting interior; boldened swelling, falling acorns, knocking on morals.

cashews with papaya, vodka with eggnog, souls with regrets.

PS.

    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...