Been fiddling with this poem for a while. I still consider it far from done, and looking over it again just now, again made further changes. The proverbial work in progress, start, stop, start, stop, repeat. I like very much where it’s headed, though I wonder with it if I’ll ever feel quite like I …
Some people celebrate birthdays, cake, friends coming together, drunken foolishness, whatever. Me, I have reckonings. So, trade ya …
Trending shopworn rumors of declineall that thrives within this tetheringgray, seeding serpentine vines of invasivedecay, threaded through veins ofa retiring mind, curlingoutward from glassed eyes embracinglyblind. I have begged youagain, once more and againtell me where we are, friend in this slagheap of men that suck this hardhusk of Earth, like it still has its milk, likewe might yet arise, …