(no subject)
an anxiety of sickness
(push dull sullenness on the rest of us)
quit. finish.
cut your fists on this
bar-quarrel and storm
cut your jaw on this jargon
refashion your face as they watch aghast
jib-jabbering faster
than the dust can collect
warp, wager and waggle
your worldly head, tongue
finger her love like a rosary
fascination, distain, half-minded,
half-dead for cynicism of tradition
(pulling beads from beds, bejewelled bellies and breasts)
unfettered and frank, skipping stones over sober, freckled noses
(from childhood. or just your prolonged indulgence in adolescence)
hometown newspapers and the more respected journals in your chosen circle
circulate the rhythm of your success
(bestill your whimpering at the untouched hairs of your neck)
as though writing you could make something to last and impact
you should know better, it's always to have a character
i could still yet be respected - when i am elderly - have wielded well through life
(or die young and sudden of a cough)
(push dull sullenness on the rest of us)
quit. finish.
cut your fists on this
bar-quarrel and storm
cut your jaw on this jargon
refashion your face as they watch aghast
jib-jabbering faster
than the dust can collect
warp, wager and waggle
your worldly head, tongue
finger her love like a rosary
fascination, distain, half-minded,
half-dead for cynicism of tradition
(pulling beads from beds, bejewelled bellies and breasts)
unfettered and frank, skipping stones over sober, freckled noses
(from childhood. or just your prolonged indulgence in adolescence)
hometown newspapers and the more respected journals in your chosen circle
circulate the rhythm of your success
(bestill your whimpering at the untouched hairs of your neck)
as though writing you could make something to last and impact
you should know better, it's always to have a character
i could still yet be respected - when i am elderly - have wielded well through life
(or die young and sudden of a cough)