#pinned
there was I,
looking at the sky...
in my mind I am talking
not by kind of praising
yet I know, nothing
but a vow. annoying
the very air and it's eye,
we dare not to get shy!
two rhymes
two rhymes
and the two liner phrases becometh
ender of the three stanzas hasn't ...
...pronounce by my mouth perhaps
announce within the spell of a tongue
until the subject predicates at long lasts!
still so still the punishment our own league.
then one speaker
suddenly listened very well!
because once the starter
seriously placed a farewell!
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 12:26 AM UTC
Album
by Michael R. Burch
I caress them—trapped in brittle cellophane—
and I see how young they were, and how unwise;
and I remember their first flight—an old prop plane,
their blissful arc through alien blue skies ...
And I touch them here through leaves which—tattered, frayed—
are also wings, but wings that never flew:
like Nabokov’s wings—pinned, held. Here, time delayed,
their features never merged, remaining two ...
And Grief, which lurked unseen beyond the lens
or in shadows where It crept on furtive claws
as It scritched Its way into their hearts, depends
on sorrows such as theirs, and works Its jaws ...
and slavers for Its meat—those young, unwise,
who naively dare to dream, yet fail to see
how, lumbering sunward, Hope, ungainly, flies,
clutching to Her ruffled breast what must not be.
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Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 5:27 AM UTC
This is my special day,
Smack dab in between yesterday and tomorrow,
I see the example of it made known to me
directly forming in between myself and
the void that is space.
That will be my destiny you must have gave unto me,
and I guess I always owe you one great big THANKS...
Now, for the TOUR D' HELL, I
(some reason) must always get inside.
Going down...
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 11:48 PM UTC
The space between us
is substantially bigger,
and your tight grip
is no longer pinned to my emotional trigger.
You knew that in the past
I would have jumped off a ledge for you,
but now I am strong enough
to say ***** you, too.
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 5:56 PM UTC
My fury would wash you down and away.
Tumbled red and broken dry,
Til you’ve been laid out flat
And pinned to cork.
No better than a butterfly.
All mine to display.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 1:03 AM UTC
1
a singer — he want to go to the moon
and I pinned on his head. he wants
to sing with all the heavenly body
and allege about love to his lover
2
another singer who like to dance
also pinned me on his head. he walks
like a moon — hard to tell the contrast
of black and white from a cubit
3
and again, a singer. I am as cursed
too lazy to go everywhere — to like forever
I want to be pinned on his head — sing along
and dance from a stage to another
4
and I am —
they'll refuse me
if I'm not me
: but do not
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 7:04 AM UTC
Hold it in, and crush it
like a thought inside your head
Burn it down, don't fight it
better out of mind, I said
Wrestle, and overcome it
and put it down, to bed
Choke, the life from it
leaving it, for dead
Simply don't look back
and walk the other way
remembering, to cover tracks
no imprints, for the clay
Bury it in effigy
turn your back, and leave
after all, it's only eternity
your heart, upon
your sleeve
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 10:31 AM UTC
When two black wheels crashed into four
Two legs stretched out behind a silver door
He lay, pinned down on the dusty road
Clawing at her face in vain, he choked.
My conscience asks, "What troubles you more?"
"*The mask of anger that she wore?
The circle of people watching the show?*"
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC