some notions take flight
from the current of time
pinky curled in the dank
soil of my own pigs pen
cells shed and die programmed
by something undeniable
some people were there
on just incident
malnourished sleepwalkers
searching for the seed
grandmothers mothers
wedding veil turns to ashes while
dust accumulates at the tips
of my fingers like
a silent promise.
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 4:54 AM UTC
some notions take flight
from the current of time
pinky curled in the dank
soil of my own pigs pen
cells shed and die programmed
by something undeniable
some people were there
on just incident
malnourished sleepwalkers
searching for the seed
grandmothers mothers
wedding veil turns to ashes while
dust accumulates at the tips
of my fingers like
a silent promise.
