By-the-why, Joker
I know your gaming.
Making sidewise rules
You waggle the stakes.
Shame, shame on your head
And to your careless smirk.
You’ve gnawed and ground
Until my outline’s blurred…
Sisters, pull me up!
From this deathly fairground.
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
Will words come?
Ideas weave themselves
Like strings of spring vine?
Now it’s time …
A solemn answer,
Just your best.
Eyes cast upward,
Downward, right,
And left.
Eyes that beg
In dramatic
Silence.
Eyes searching
For minute
Flickers –
Tossed out by
Vague heres-and-theres.
Thinking, blinking,
Reaching backward,
Ah! Something ... something,
Rememb'ring at last!
Grabbing a time,
With sparks
Of relief;
There they are!
I see them, too!
In those baby eyes.
Follow the steps –
Pour on the juice –
Butter it up –
A kiss for Good Luck.
Our Stories,
Our Amens.
Mar 11, 2010
Mar 11, 2010 at 2:42 AM UTC