listen. steal what joy you can
when living this violent and
short life. a single time-line --
a period lived -- is an epoch
ruminating with none.
we are cats awaiting guts
strung -- whole intestine, specific --
for better resonance from hallowed
body. from hand-crafted hollowed mass.
perhaps this gutted vessel imbibed
the desk-liquor with hope and
want for muse of mans' own hands.
perhaps John Henry split my heart,
and i seek retribution with pointless
pen strokes. smoking, intention
broke from form, if only to deceive
that these hands will never callous
climbing mountains. will never
rip wide this chest. will never
witness in true this full-moon heart.
perhaps stubbornness will prevail,
per chance I will be found
witness of the ball-lightning
striking valley walls and boulders,
perched ageless, are haven sought.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 3:17 AM UTC
listen. steal what joy you can
when living this violent and
short life. a single time-line --
a period lived -- is an epoch
ruminating with none.
we are cats awaiting guts
strung -- whole intestine, specific --
for better resonance from hallowed
body. from hand-crafted hollowed mass.
perhaps this gutted vessel imbibed
the desk-liquor with hope and
want for muse of mans' own hands.
perhaps John Henry split my heart,
and i seek retribution with pointless
pen strokes. smoking, intention
broke from form, if only to deceive
that these hands will never callous
climbing mountains. will never
rip wide this chest. will never
witness in true this full-moon heart.
perhaps stubbornness will prevail,
per chance I will be found
witness of the ball-lightning
striking valley walls and boulders,
perched ageless, are haven sought.
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