when i look at you
to say something in pace of rafts
on rivers,
cadencing
claptrap swerve of wording
in tongue's avenue
is its nature—
spreading contagion of ill pride.
seeking diadems in fields of night larks
singing heavily, unapologetic, eulogizing
mornings none we could take,
whirling inside our bodies like
stirred poisons in vials. past the unreadiness of moonlight waxing
stellified are the waters now, clear
in first light,
like fish underneath our bellies.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 1:00 AM UTC
when i look at you
to say something in pace of rafts
on rivers,
cadencing
claptrap swerve of wording
in tongue's avenue
is its nature—
spreading contagion of ill pride.
seeking diadems in fields of night larks
singing heavily, unapologetic, eulogizing
mornings none we could take,
whirling inside our bodies like
stirred poisons in vials. past the unreadiness of moonlight waxing
stellified are the waters now, clear
in first light,
like fish underneath our bellies.
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