I'm somewhere in the middle.
Forget-me-nots in a pistol
tripping on thought tangents
playing a fist full.
Feeling my teeth caught,
biting deep in the gristle.
Seething a heat,
not green
not at bay to the whistle
my impatience is simple
I'm awaiting the gavel
And I'm somewhere in the middle
I fear the venom and rattle
and play the innocent *******
beginning to wait
to watch the ending begin
approaching the line
I'm Here.
Watching the moment again
feeling cold on the fringe
seeing it blow in the wind
watching it pass
stopping to gasp
at how fast it was stolen again
seeing the difference,
between a fold and a bend
Peeling the image apart
and rolling bones for the gold
on the spin
Hoping next time
I'm not a line up of bowling pins
sitting in wait
asking the past
for a day to do over again
I'm somewhere in the middle.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 2:06 AM UTC
I'm somewhere in the middle.
Forget-me-nots in a pistol
tripping on thought tangents
playing a fist full.
Feeling my teeth caught,
biting deep in the gristle.
Seething a heat,
not green
not at bay to the whistle
my impatience is simple
I'm awaiting the gavel
And I'm somewhere in the middle
I fear the venom and rattle
and play the innocent *******
beginning to wait
to watch the ending begin
approaching the line
I'm Here.
Watching the moment again
feeling cold on the fringe
seeing it blow in the wind
watching it pass
stopping to gasp
at how fast it was stolen again
seeing the difference,
between a fold and a bend
Peeling the image apart
and rolling bones for the gold
on the spin
Hoping next time
I'm not a line up of bowling pins
sitting in wait
asking the past
for a day to do over again
I'm somewhere in the middle.
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