i.
melted ice cream afternoons
bogged down
rising from asphalt
in magical mist
that transforms
the day into
a test of endurance
even dusk offers
no solace
in frozen watermelon bliss
ii.
smoke permeates fabric
hair and every surface
with peace and grit
wafting over
the crispy
edges of predawn
begging sleep
to the most stubborn
insomniac
rotisserie style dreams
till morning
iii.
there's less death today
waiting in line
in candy store nightmares
begging silence
from the jubilant
but the sky turned up
a dream state
in that beguiling beauty
is brilliance
iv.
in shadows
the earth falls silent
rustling through
tall tales
the moon births
images in hidden corners
evening strolls
turn adventures
and every day
burns quick
to be reborn slowly
v.
the weight of hell
in short tempered bites
**** will with a proficiency
unseen outside
a viper's silent hunt
ready for war
with fists losing
responsibility
breaking triple digit
pressure
vi.
Incessant banging through walls built faster than I am strong enough to demolish, cradling lace so it won't rip on my forked tongue. There is only so much care left to handle perception just trying to breathe through a smile.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 7:50 PM UTC
i.
melted ice cream afternoons
bogged down
rising from asphalt
in magical mist
that transforms
the day into
a test of endurance
even dusk offers
no solace
in frozen watermelon bliss
ii.
smoke permeates fabric
hair and every surface
with peace and grit
wafting over
the crispy
edges of predawn
begging sleep
to the most stubborn
insomniac
rotisserie style dreams
till morning
iii.
there's less death today
waiting in line
in candy store nightmares
begging silence
from the jubilant
but the sky turned up
a dream state
in that beguiling beauty
is brilliance
iv.
in shadows
the earth falls silent
rustling through
tall tales
the moon births
images in hidden corners
evening strolls
turn adventures
and every day
burns quick
to be reborn slowly
v.
the weight of hell
in short tempered bites
**** will with a proficiency
unseen outside
a viper's silent hunt
ready for war
with fists losing
responsibility
breaking triple digit
pressure
vi.
Incessant banging through walls built faster than I am strong enough to demolish, cradling lace so it won't rip on my forked tongue. There is only so much care left to handle perception just trying to breathe through a smile.
