God Knows I'm Afraid, So-Sorreally. (pt.I)
Alas, the dragged out limitations
of a skin to air to earth syncopation
and alla the "don't worry, love" and how hard it is
to find a decent face to fall into late in the day.
and that face rests on the side of god's pinky finger,
and yes!
THAT outspoken and THAT read aloud
as to offer everything lopsidedly housed in the roots of tear duct relaxation,
in the twitch and crinkle of a finely sculpted nose.
I drove by the mountain and wished for its collapse,
and got one.
And in my rear view mirror came a hundred angels all covered in rubble,
stumbling out wrecked and stomping out a collective heartbeat.
(I recently murmured a hum-a-long that scratched my throat having now to type all that I feel.)
The folks above are treading water.
I can feel it from here down below,
honeymooning with an affectionate inhale and exhale,
water-lung mix-up.
of a skin to air to earth syncopation
and alla the "don't worry, love" and how hard it is
to find a decent face to fall into late in the day.
and that face rests on the side of god's pinky finger,
and yes!
THAT outspoken and THAT read aloud
as to offer everything lopsidedly housed in the roots of tear duct relaxation,
in the twitch and crinkle of a finely sculpted nose.
I drove by the mountain and wished for its collapse,
and got one.
And in my rear view mirror came a hundred angels all covered in rubble,
stumbling out wrecked and stomping out a collective heartbeat.
(I recently murmured a hum-a-long that scratched my throat having now to type all that I feel.)
The folks above are treading water.
I can feel it from here down below,
honeymooning with an affectionate inhale and exhale,
water-lung mix-up.