I imagine
Viscerally so
The blows would arrive
As if from the Andes
On albatross wings
Swift, strong, strategic
Were I to stand again
But I toss my hat
I await a bell
You will not hear
I imagine
Viscerally so
The blows would arrive
As if from the Andes
On albatross wings
Swift, strong, strategic
Were I to stand again
But I toss my hat
I await a bell
You will not hear
My communal arms
Must reach deep, must pull life close
Through my ev’ry breath
Whether ink or lead
Or in aerosoled hue
I own thee, my friend
Placed my mark upon you
It’s your fault, inspirer
You’ve caused my daydream
Your borderless pages
From which you Love-scream
Never stop speaking
Such fanciful truth
I fight with you, write with you
Together we sleuth
(Original Thought Credit:
“Books make excellent companions.”
-James Howe)
Touch her bruised and battered borders
Know her shattered, suff’ring soul
Why did no one stand beside her
Have you heart as black as coal
Will we try and strive
Will the wind bend backwards
To tell you of the point
What you know
As plain and keen
As the nose on your face
To love this life
Stuck
You’ll stay as is
I’ll stay in a different way
Same as the day I promised I’d stay
You stay staying
Saying you’re staying
But Elsewhere, Actually
Pretending
Stuck
Oh!
I shall exhale
Pray for pouring rain as my forum
For there I will make such weeping
And I won’t want them to see
Yes!
There’ll be no taste of salt
But mere ozone and clarity
Fresh, cold clarity
And latitude