In stereo


Everyday has been a

Shoot first mistake

Enough so to

Throw in the towel.

Tasting hell burning down heaven.

Groove cut for later questions

Footmarks of tongues

In the house

(S)worn to secrecy

Haven’t had a good reality in years

That much is known

* * *

Worth/Reverse

Work/When

There was/Research

It/Forgets

About it  – sound a

S/word – conversion

Dead to the 4G world

Airplane mode

Rubbing elbows in stereo

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Scythes Dropped


Scythes dropped for oars

And the cranes

put to halt

for the nets,

and spinning spools –

unwinding down

trenches, through

straights

breaking with ebb

and crest.

 

 

Heart on course

for leaving behind

every last

and rebuilt

bridge.

(H)ours


(H)ours

The cup and the bell

 

The warm chocolate

against the sounds

of snow falling

from the tolling

for whom?

The hours honored in chimes

require libation

doctored

to fit occasion,

weather

And whether or not

it’s worth it at all

to call out the next

60 minute

increment.

And This Is Why


Don’t worry,

Inevitably an eventuality will

Come, pass

And due to/indebted to

Time

Be recollected

.

Cause does not create

Effect

But purely posits opening

For possibility, potential

.

As in increments

Beyond measure

There are rifts of disruption

Which slip by

/

Slip in

.

Outgrow Captivity


receiving blanket

was

plush lie

for newborn

to be embraced in

but

crib’s bars

appear to be adequate

as one

can only hope

to

outgrow captivity