i keep peeking around
these curling corners -
dashing away from
the finger-waggers
who blink
only
when i'm not
in this predicament
when i'm not
kissing the sides of this
yellowing frame -
still holding fast
to that
ensnared moment
i've deemed
too late to make
unholy
unabashed and tall
in the courts of
low-faced jurors
who **** their teeth
at my soiled apparel
and glare down
over horn-rimmed
frames
demeaning demeanors
in mean-streak persons
demand dumb perfection
in too black
tattered
robes.
Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 1:48 AM UTC
i keep peeking around
these curling corners -
dashing away from
the finger-waggers
who blink
only
when i'm not
in this predicament
when i'm not
kissing the sides of this
yellowing frame -
still holding fast
to that
ensnared moment
i've deemed
too late to make
unholy
unabashed and tall
in the courts of
low-faced jurors
who **** their teeth
at my soiled apparel
and glare down
over horn-rimmed
frames
demeaning demeanors
in mean-streak persons
demand dumb perfection
in too black
tattered
robes.
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
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