Swallow As Gospel
January 12, 2012 § 3 Comments
While on
Scabrous loam
Grenade Pin
Drop everything abrade
To carry your pain
I will not give way
Gonfalon
Your cause
I will perch, a picklin’ insides
at the bottom of the archaic barrell
At the parting
Of the seas
chest high prayers to God
while pillaging the earth
Further down the road
Catch me, cavalier castaways
cavorting
In amaze of haze
I’m a masquerade without
proper parade
I don’t know why I do these things
Rouge rough cheeks
breakout cherries on beds of peach cells
Spindle pearl
In your fish net
Stalkings
Fleeting flouncing
Fleeing, then trouncing
Announcing
I don’t know why I do these things!
None of us do, dear…
You put flesh on the bones of my paradox.
I worry for my soul.
RR
I’ll have what you’re having!
Wow, Evelyn, your eyes are open wide at present. We all live in this tension; you’re expressing it more universally than you might think