I’ve been plucked and laid
across a world of
saccharine beauty
and cool intellect
my feet don’t touch
the ground here
I miss the pretense
of a better tomorrow
and castles of music
there’s no guarding the heart
when the mind’s at play
reclaiming breath
we should have gathered
our things
– our thoughts –
before the tooth fairy’s twine
ran too low on the spool
but there’s always such a rush
of fools
squandering the sweet first air of morning
breathe and move as one
it’s your body and mind to keep
we should reclaim
our reins
– our thoughts –
before we forget our hauntings
growing tired in spirit
but there’s always more
to explore
setting alight a wanton heart
musty
shuffling through musty lace
was a bad idea for a blue Monday
so many tears
my stomach muscles ached
but there were smiles
captured
in tattered scrapbooks
rife with tickets and pressed flowers
I could not be swayed
from trying to hold something lovely
why did I keep the rusty rivet
next to the dancer in the box
velvet and chrome remembrances
folded next to faded streamers
carrying memory whiffs of cake
I have no gimmick
nothing for you to remember me by
unless you see me as a quilt
pieced together
from all I’ve touched
resisting paths
should this be time
of relentless celebration
flailing and chanting
cockeyed moon jabbers
with one foot stuck in muck
warmer winds render kites
tools to a dimension
between moist hindrances to clear vision
do you know the way west
in the dark
in the rain
with eyes shut
I don’t believe you
tailored temptations right buoys
floating in a slipstream
between paths of least resistance
I have been published in a tumblr journal, A Literation. Check out my poem along with other works amid a lovely layout.
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The Word Rummager 