Factory Song

peanut
butter roasting
factory song mill town dream
simpler times still fill glass jars
swirl fill

No Double Agent

normally
I’d
beg for caress

Ways A Way

you’re a
Once Over Man
deep in pretty country
the world owes you nothing ignore
that you
are sheltered cant
you see like a boy who
needs control of his destiny
you stuff

Worried

earning
my burning rock
in the center of my
chest, like all the rest of us flawed
humans

Gross Personal Product

automatic

this
intensity

I Want It Now

foreign

contemptible

transition…acceptance,

then move towards me loving myself

forth with

Ghost Chain

you still inspire me

a tree with ripped up roots

in cahoots with the quest for survival

a revival of belief

a brief and poignant glance

a chance to recall all the pain and feeling

peeling away from my true wood

still good after all this time abandoned

 

Poet Torch

poached silence
present nothing but
triumph when word dances
confront demons with ways
of recompense

a believer
river washing dark chances
heavy sound pour sways
keep the ventricle shut
a fever

rapid oxidation scorch
heightens and stays
alight nothing but
the agile smoke trances
hiding poet torch

forge coupled missives
placed by slanted cut
too many brain manses
used in faulty forays
the once and for all lives

***

FORM FOR ALL on Dverse

The Forever People

Gentle
legerity
I am taken with yours
your square peg fits my odd-shaped soul
blessed.

Hold Your Breath

You don’t

I don’t. Why not?

Why would I? Now don’t lie…

I will if you do, let’s get thru.

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