#clutching
Be
careful
of
the company you keep
the
quest to belong
straws
the
imagination
and
stray
bullets
kills
the
innocent
.
Jan 22, 2025
Jan 22, 2025 at 6:14 AM UTC
We spread our blanket on uneven
ground, bodies embracing in descent,
They lay on the boxcar floor,
fingers twisted, clutching slats.
Transfixed by the spell of evening,
limbs entwined, interlaced,
Barbed wire punctured palms
faces creased as in old photographs.
We stretched in dawn’s light,
poured coffee out of cups,
and left as it merged with the dust.
Bones upheave ground
unsheathed fingers
clotted with soil.
Copyright © 2003 Gary Brocks
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 9:45 PM UTC
it is very late
I hold onto
your arm
& our shadows wither in the
sunset
& you spin me
around
in the unreal
movie screen way
& I feel
for a moment
in the crazy
tight warmth
of you
my shaking
reflection in the
water
doesn't have
wounds
it has wings
so I hope
you never
release me
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC