A path thru restful seemeries,
in lampglow in those quarters cold,
a budding vine two houses twined.
Those vestments that remained adorned
did not a buffer bring to form,
nor at the sacred blinking door
allow such thought to come to fore
The eyes cause a certain delay
So oft they are let to wander away in their play
Poor mind
It can practice “command” all it likes…
It is a mess of wanton movement,
at once an electric bolt,
and at once a lolling stone
It’s happening now three AM
writing with candle light
I set it on the bed
quiet and kind of dangerlike
Let not my head split tonight
dear Kosmos,
I believe in Me
I am the child of myself
I the father by seeking my desert neglectful
Cool news,
Im ready to love
you
Mercy aside,
more mollycoddling moot,
along this unapparent avenue,
Dear Populous,
i do not care if you know my personal pain or not