growl forever
into oblivion
we are freed
from obligation
duty bound to
our vices. excess.
drink from the skull
of plenty. one soul
in exhalations
weaning off the humanity.
screech, and be
merry. we've waited a long time.
we're only here now,
only wailing. only scratching away.
only getting closer
to the end of the line.
i write simple sonnets
and only some are sometimes impressive.
only sometimes. unwind the broken clock
two times backward, one time forward
i believe that one day the dream we were
promised will arrive in 15 minutes or it
will be free. it better still be warm
or i'm going to social media for them to
feel my wrath. feel the depth
of my disappointment. then i'll
revisit the clock's accuracy
resync myself into the person i want to be
it's always some other version
i'm not sure i'll ever get it right.
sleep, sit with me.
ashen path to
nowhere, night time
and the dull glow
of the horizon meeting
another today's
tomorrow.
hold me to
it, this slumber,
and the dreams
that come with
it. something is
going to assert
itself within me
any time now.
i don't want you to search out the words that
call to you
avoiding the rest of the good word
i'm using to litter the poem
good word or words in the grand
scheme we are all doing a lord's
work.
my lord
my stars
my my
i want you to understand
this holy mess
was begat
begotten
been given----
a name
an image
for it
to face eternity
and you'll still
wish against it
on whatever star
you cling to
my my
my love
my own
know that i
write you a letter
to preach good words
and i'll know
you'll find whatever
word you think is
good enough
and that will just
be
the way this word
is passed. mine
will be
yours
