DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, from 14-II-'23 :)

comes the nows
of the ways of the hows
the splinter of blood on my fingers
brings the shot of red to linger
so welcome to where my rhymes stale
& my patterns are so long so pale

the follow is the question
& the shame after them trillion detentions
simplicity subsides
duplicity abides
& the words of a drunk lover
come out of my own mouth not another

like a clown I drench the hollow mirror
somedays not to look too bitter
the beads of the black on my hand
& some memories carried by the sand
for the tremble to nauseate
& a once over never to take

except the tides in excess
I am one who knows how to make a mess
demeanors demeanors
dividers of tolerance of life breathers
demanding a timeline
not too dim not to shine

upon the words of a passion
luxury becomes outdated, out of fashion
a self-slap to renew
them thoughts I have on que
but the universe listens
for another Henry to glisten

those of the latter prevail their shadows
& my pretty looks are explained in follow
where did the sensation of such,
feel a feel like that that much?
anticipation for a day of no worth hence
in my world means risking vision for the corner of that lens

AND again, my rhymes stale
& my patterns are pale
the writes discard an existence
& the song of joy half that of an instance
even the written now here
are ones I do despise to repeat on an adhere

                                                                                   -------ravenfeels