the dead choir
this choir only sings for one,
when once, blue-birds two,
the reflection of the splashing,
two souls, laughing against rapids,
when you danced, under moonlight,
I lost myself blinded to your sight,
a heaven, swiped two hands twice,
a mourning for a special someone,
the dunce springs off youth,
the affection of hand holding,
two nouns of sublimity,
Wish to rewind before that night.
Copyright © Ryan Geoffrey Hayward | Year Posted 2025


She sings in paragraphs as ball
Throwing horns inside troubadors
Malls hidden anchors
Baby rhythm of going
Heating instructions of naming
Meaning as dirtened child's path
The giving way
Our beginning to
Her choir and chairs undone arrangements
She hears wicker furniture paintings
Yet she is installing men behind his frames

Tara and Jenna
My special boy notes
This is Kevin, below your mind

The idea of the knowers awakening
A contrition's Wombe poem
Building
In
Opposing stanzas
Where?
You
Cannot hide?