Industrial chic of the coffee black
foggy steel like my thoughts gone awry.
trickled down whiskered cheeks
like the last summer's lawn
and cool drinks from the hose on the farm.
I long for days spun back then-
smashed on the floor for fun
and tap-dancing teeth from the laughter
Casting L words for lots-
Sex fashioned from a makeshift friendship-
holding hands like a clock in an analogue winter
lusting for leaving and learning-
thirsting for knowledge and whiskey kisses-
tangled hair, not assuming
an expiration to this snowglobe existence.
tiny holes filling, expanding
like minds in a worldly classroom
as just one bite of the apple-
and left with no seats in the garden or boat
as here comes the roar of the storm.
Leave room in the tomb and the womb
for Jesus at the inn next time-
I'll straighten my tie and crack my spine.
Just look pretty and finish watered down wine-
As salty boons, wept on the floor
are swept to the sea's corridor
side by side on the tide.
the spot for digestion and processing
redemption and confessions of
progressing transgressions
and lingering obsessions from
what possesses the mind of a man gone mad
and defenders pretend that the favors
they send to their sweethearts from warzones
make amends for their sins.
And the world is left swimming through cosmic dust,
winging it's way through ashen clay stars
and open fields and wide rivers of dead oxen and lust.
clasped once with a promise
fire gripped tightly betwixt middle
and indexed text read between lines left unsung.
Puffing clouds full of rage at the sun.
Close your eyes- generations-
and inhale - homo-sapiens-
expect all of your lies to live sacrificed
giving all for those who pick purple medal petals
and let blind fate choose whether she loves
For it's not for a flawed heart to decide.
Feedback is certainly appreciated?
blakekathryn
kaledo-art
jbbartram-illu
izzy806
janainaart
baratheonpilled
