June expectations
Baseball, but not my birthday
No, none kind of warmth
Do you wonder
How I can tell
What is your tell
I see into windows
Frost-covered and wishing for shutters
For the passage of time
And inside
A frozen home infested with uncertainty
Inhabitants fleeing or fled
Some foundation
Proud, I think, given its lack of examination
Not wanting the neighbors to know
First, -wait, first- I told her,
Before we may take the obligatory walk,
During which you don a yoke, and then become free,
And I don a wintry coat with tundra boots, and am forced to reflect upon my sin,
First,
I must self-destruct
Hold fast to speed
Virility
With horse-powered heart of cold, hard steel
That feeds the oats my hand cannot
Fall sleeping, glassy-eyed
Blind
A plasma world upon a wall I cannot penetrate
That feeds fairytales, as my feet live actually
I lay down prostrate
Sand in my teeth and awe-drowned
Cleansed by today’s truth
Somebody tell that man there are only so many starlit nights we’re allowed, that the sands of time won’t stop collecting around my ankles, that I’m beginning to believe that Stardust is my maiden-voyage name, and that surely I will soon sink in this sea….
I, without words, left
Gloriously in the dark
Always and by you
Each, our one desire
A meteorite crater
The footsteps of us
Information feigned
Captivated, I ask, “Why?”
Then set out to know
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