The cold usurped the trees
I watch their children fall
filling up the wet street
winter forestalled with a cask
of alcohol
watch as the tip of his tongue
touches the roof of his mouth
whips down and spouts out
the reasons why we have
this drought
but its raining now
maybe something will grow
or a sea of spit
with rolling waves
will overflow
I told her I would try
to rekindle with him
stuck in cabin's twilight
sewing sinews of this
phantom limb
how does one talk
before they think
does he hear the words
that dribble into his
warm drink
then ascends as steam
back into that cavernous nose
to permeate his brain
and slowly seeps into
tattered clothes
this "vacation" will be over
but not soon enough
a couple more days
all I have to do is
avoid fisticuffs
no promises.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 9:01 AM UTC
The cold usurped the trees
I watch their children fall
filling up the wet street
winter forestalled with a cask
of alcohol
watch as the tip of his tongue
touches the roof of his mouth
whips down and spouts out
the reasons why we have
this drought
but its raining now
maybe something will grow
or a sea of spit
with rolling waves
will overflow
I told her I would try
to rekindle with him
stuck in cabin's twilight
sewing sinews of this
phantom limb
how does one talk
before they think
does he hear the words
that dribble into his
warm drink
then ascends as steam
back into that cavernous nose
to permeate his brain
and slowly seeps into
tattered clothes
this "vacation" will be over
but not soon enough
a couple more days
all I have to do is
avoid fisticuffs
no promises.
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