O'
sweet destiny
with nubile stitchings now made stronger
with substance
new ink is distance we've missed
together
your needle's eye
and your pins so much sharper
o'er pavement and briars
all surfaces, now taxed lighter
my hours with silence
my eyes pursue
and praise
the calmer echoes in darkness
yes, keep me
of age
at dewy midnight
i sing
that you may not wander
the shot best taken here,
light fills
where I stand this clearing
but there
& there
my eyes witness three hens
come here, come here,
hurry now
you his
there is time not for us to waste
I obey and bring myself
in a cautious, efficient
most effective pace
looking back to a moment,
we sit for hours watching while
our prey circles around us
there are pots nesting there like flies
but inside dampness raises our thoughts
the ones I hide
the ones you love
puling off my tongue
twisting
with a new border and the words
traced over
original art
sold below markets
and places you misplaced that misplace your value
a tiny whisper here
and a smaller sort of incantation there
but here
here is to
warm nights and the cold days
that pursue
and with a monster there
the storm brewed and you've not prepared your stomach
so call and call
raise hell as I
drown myself
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
O'
sweet destiny
with nubile stitchings now made stronger
with substance
new ink is distance we've missed
together
your needle's eye
and your pins so much sharper
o'er pavement and briars
all surfaces, now taxed lighter
my hours with silence
my eyes pursue
and praise
the calmer echoes in darkness
yes, keep me
of age
at dewy midnight
i sing
that you may not wander
the shot best taken here,
light fills
where I stand this clearing
but there
& there
my eyes witness three hens
come here, come here,
hurry now
you his
there is time not for us to waste
I obey and bring myself
in a cautious, efficient
most effective pace
looking back to a moment,
we sit for hours watching while
our prey circles around us
there are pots nesting there like flies
but inside dampness raises our thoughts
the ones I hide
the ones you love
puling off my tongue
twisting
with a new border and the words
traced over
original art
sold below markets
and places you misplaced that misplace your value
a tiny whisper here
and a smaller sort of incantation there
but here
here is to
warm nights and the cold days
that pursue
and with a monster there
the storm brewed and you've not prepared your stomach
so call and call
raise hell as I
drown myself
tragedy
