Tag Archives: Thief
Tutelage of Me
Gazing past you
Seeking solace in the wint’ry blue, that I might not be forced to look at you
Teacher
Distractor
Attempted diminisher
Before your tutelage of me, recall
Blank pages you were
Poor and lonely were you
Now, you’ve your green
What I was born with, you have stolen and will die with, you pray
But, we know what we know
As does God


Bad Fantasy
What the dust
My front doorstep littered
In layers of bravado, force-fields
And might
As if the guardians decided
My heart, prone to thieving
Had stolen their swords
Then taken their jobs
So they quietly left in the night?
I, Hen
Nothing more than a thief
Uncommon, fine
But a thief, nonetheless
Who has stolen me
Only we’ll ever know
best friend
selfish and so wrong
outside for too long
that heaven is shook
that these bones are sunk
that forever I’ll steal you
inside as a thief
guilty and in need
Thief
I know
I am nothing
More
Mere smashed-up, shattered pottery
An impermanent cup, long since buried
Serving as drainage
For your pretty backyard garden flowers
Then when I finally drink
From the cup that is not shattered
The cup that matches yours but is intact
I
See I am the mosaic labyrinth in you
I
The nutrients, light and sweet rain for you
I
The height and beauty of you
I
The reason they wish to pluck you
I
The breath-stealing scent of you
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