Miniscule red caplets uncounted, taken with
strong espresso and capricious smile.
Outside strings of wind tie my hands and eyes
kicking me until I turn blue, my fist unformed.
Asking too much, caring too much, when it folds
as a hand overcome by another's luck, something dies
When winds spell change, I notice it's mistakes in
punctuation, and critique the short hours of light.
Voices sponged by absence, rolls silently, even as
children mouth in games too complicated to join.
A darkness comes even noontime sun looks delirious,
its rambling is heard by winds stringing a noose in pine.
Yet angels still carry pistols, wear sunglasses shaped
in haloed hearts, coming just before the verdict is carried out.
OM
strong espresso and capricious smile.
Outside strings of wind tie my hands and eyes
kicking me until I turn blue, my fist unformed.
Asking too much, caring too much, when it folds
as a hand overcome by another's luck, something dies
When winds spell change, I notice it's mistakes in
punctuation, and critique the short hours of light.
Voices sponged by absence, rolls silently, even as
children mouth in games too complicated to join.
A darkness comes even noontime sun looks delirious,
its rambling is heard by winds stringing a noose in pine.
Yet angels still carry pistols, wear sunglasses shaped
in haloed hearts, coming just before the verdict is carried out.
OM




