Tag Archives: Weave
Suffer None Fools
There is this
Justice
Woven into our hands
Spin this into gold, we will
Despite the untenable hands we’ve been dealt
Despite the phantom hands we feel
Extended to us, then taken away
alms
There’s been a weaving
Of a different kind
Than I’d once meant
Now completed
This bastard
Has undone me
Twenty Two
Should you forewarned
Weave
Your warm sinew
Your sparked synapse
With the cold
With the numbWould you afterward
Meet
Our empath hearts
Our winged response
With your tears
With your pleasAsked the angels
Like Palm Trees: A Haiku
Poetic I weave
I weave deep into my grand
My grand delusion
One fluid motion this life