Saturday, October 23, 2021

Headed To Firewood

 

winnow the beginning, threaten time be gentle, or faces falling, bodies screaming, debated, like a damn commodity. such love for you, such mercy in you, so soft on a line made of drag. a dragonfly, a swimming pool, kids dunking, giggling, playing Marco Polo.

so old with it, like a thousand years, like multiplied by two—predicaments in you, roses in flames, fire tasting beautiful.

such burdens, a beating arc, like liver works and crackers; irrigated by gorgeous, made imperfect, perfectly reframed; precious identity, loafers in summer, Nike’s come winter, so infatuated—never a ghost for you!

voiceless, shivering, have they heard, I died!

so damn untamed, so damn tamed, “What is it?” pure paradox, to become satire, a fable, an allegory, a cry for help, a woman in excellence!

too petite, or too elevated, a man has a straight challenge. most see small, think gently, most see bigger, think aggression, like get it right!

tortured melody, apace at moments, his fane grieving.

like a tooth anchor, mashing my brains, alive, it must be rain; too proud, a damn encounter, so untied, at a Bentley, asking for directions.

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