A loaded gun for loving certainly –
I could be doing more if up to me –
Parked outside is someone else’s car –
And my Transcendence.
I kiss the furry cheek of my dog,
My cat I cradle careful of his claws,
Work will ring the triangle quite soon,
To afford the cost of one door –
Sequestered are the dreams of cold hard floors,
Wood burning stove – Poppies blowing–
Tomorrow growing closer –
As the sun rises to remind us –
O callous road– We travel to hell –
But idealize the possibility of heaven –
A mineral crown, my meager appetite –
One feather – only windswept –
The musk in the air gives direction,
A crack in the mind opens conversation–
My tongue finds the roof of my mouth –
Saturated words – treasures of the earth–
Before the end – get me away – however
Long streams of dusk and dust
Carry me along at first cast of recognition
A Destiny of detrimental trust –
© GÄ
Poétique 