a poem
I kinda barfed this out tonight
I agreed the deed was done
no pity no fun...and more
it poured and poured. Rained out
face as droplets made haste
in their panicked race down
the soft side of a cheek
sleek was the way it left
or stayed as a reminder
of what happened
of flattened hearts and minds
the wind chimes bind with rust
the notes that rang now collect
dust. Trust is an earned thing
that rings, rang, and rung through
the corridor where I saw you,
who made me, saved me,
splayed me, craved me to be,
see, he...no, me. And she,
she will be, is, are, am, were,
was, what cradles the edge...
of reality? Of insanity?
of uncanny perception? Exception?
Question: A quest is an invention
of inverted misadventures misaligned
with a purpose, correct?
Inspected closer I saw her
see her in mine
I agreed the deed was done
no pity no fun...and more
it poured and poured. Rained out
face as droplets made haste
in their panicked race down
the soft side of a cheek
sleek was the way it left
or stayed as a reminder
of what happened
of flattened hearts and minds
the wind chimes bind with rust
the notes that rang now collect
dust. Trust is an earned thing
that rings, rang, and rung through
the corridor where I saw you,
who made me, saved me,
splayed me, craved me to be,
see, he...no, me. And she,
she will be, is, are, am, were,
was, what cradles the edge...
of reality? Of insanity?
of uncanny perception? Exception?
Question: A quest is an invention
of inverted misadventures misaligned
with a purpose, correct?
Inspected closer I saw her
see her in mine