Words were for whispering small
truths or swollen somethings
with the power of rocks, resting
on sifted oceans--back and forth
in the rocking chair.
Mama's song rings
cracking. Almost
the surface. Barely
a scratch. Lightly
on the record. Hitting repeat.
Falling
just short
of an earthy gesture. A smokey
word and a hallowed cave. Lethargy
drifting in waves.
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 3:52 PM UTC
Words were for whispering small
truths or swollen somethings
with the power of rocks, resting
on sifted oceans--back and forth
in the rocking chair.
Mama's song rings
cracking. Almost
the surface. Barely
a scratch. Lightly
on the record. Hitting repeat.
Falling
just short
of an earthy gesture. A smokey
word and a hallowed cave. Lethargy
drifting in waves.
listening to Kendrick's Blue Faces
