all my poems begin with the weather,
overlaid with time and place
comforting certitude,
cocktail of calibration,
calculating precision,
a surety bonding.
a shared time and space
with humanity
all my poems end with
"if only,"
incessant self-queryimg, imbalanced cowardice,
a yellowing shadow of red doubt,
overwhelming black stain of a starless night sky,
an inconsequential infection
coveting my weakfish earthbound innards
tyranny of selfish doubt,
the cowardly safety of 'not me'
the pockmarked constellation of
everything tragic body tattooed,
the Cain mark you hide beneath the torn skin
of being
only human
all my poems end with whether
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 1:28 PM UTC
all my poems begin with the weather,
overlaid with time and place
comforting certitude,
cocktail of calibration,
calculating precision,
a surety bonding.
a shared time and space
with humanity
all my poems end with
"if only,"
incessant self-queryimg, imbalanced cowardice,
a yellowing shadow of red doubt,
overwhelming black stain of a starless night sky,
an inconsequential infection
coveting my weakfish earthbound innards
tyranny of selfish doubt,
the cowardly safety of 'not me'
the pockmarked constellation of
everything tragic body tattooed,
the Cain mark you hide beneath the torn skin
of being
only human
all my poems end with whether
