It's hard to glean
the word from here,
the crusted, rust-bowl weeks
have leaked their symptomatic vinegars
beseiged
by mordant noise, I find
my third-eye blurred and cacified,
uncinematic soul dethroned
by visitors and voices
Trick of choice, a sickled caper
April born and paper-thin
a frisk of whiskered hokum
to the living..
Considering that all I am
arrived as lions - left like lambs
The Marches of this life, broke
unforgiving
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 1:25 AM UTC
It's hard to glean
the word from here,
the crusted, rust-bowl weeks
have leaked their symptomatic vinegars
beseiged
by mordant noise, I find
my third-eye blurred and cacified,
uncinematic soul dethroned
by visitors and voices
Trick of choice, a sickled caper
April born and paper-thin
a frisk of whiskered hokum
to the living..
Considering that all I am
arrived as lions - left like lambs
The Marches of this life, broke
unforgiving
March is the best of months, though I have not lived in it for years
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