Archive for October 2014
questions slip
Everything
the furrow spoke reflected
contemplation, it’s
owned
“how old are you?”
“usually not old. occasionally weary. often enamored. always curious.”
handily, firmly guided
understanding, knewly
morphed
upon blissful ignorance a sea
joyfully ridden, the wave,
uncertainty
democratically, oligarchy, nuanced malarkey
history alone, the genre of
fiction
consequential revolution,
yet one more tablet, ignoted
hope
be human blood karmic, that sun
ne’er to warm one, so many
empires
land of free, lives on backs chattelled
chained, taken, on streets, their
own
borrowed, the pole
flagging madness,
chosen
child rattles, eyes its soul
bewildered, death-breath, for
safety
“you’re asking how many years i’ve been alive?
icy, a life measured, such.”
