Wednesday, May 4, 2022

Triolet

 

An Alternate World

 

 

What if everything was made inversion

Of itself, and laughter was a cruel sin?

Souls would have none their portion.

What if everything was made inversion

Of nature, itself wallowing distortion?

Days by art, or Artifice, rain’s violin.

What if everything was made inversion

Of itself, and laughter was a cruel sin?

I’d Save The Reader Years

    The beat becomes sickness. A long crucible—a drilling ecstasy. I was losing focus, feeling forbidden, if to self, if to mirrors. So curs...