Good--
Still me with sepia.
Four-corner this grief
and make it stick.
Deftly, deftly
(with finger licked)
turn each page until
long ago and
once upon a time
render it mute.
Better--
Spike me with fever.
Burn it away,
from the outside in.
Minister me with
sips and spoons,
with wrapped necks
and garlic cloves.
Blind me with a cool cloth
until I no longer see
what I can no longer see.
Best--
Like a nursery curtain
(hush)
let this day close.
Let bedtime spill us all
into the Land of Nod.
With flashlights
and fairy dust,
chase it out from
underneath the bed.
Rock it away,
lullaby it down,
into oblivion.
Yes.
"Monster"
ReplyDeleteThis war, steers the moon and stirs it too
Alphas house, the spectrums of blue
Came rejected green, tools objective view
Took photos form, a reflected hue
Family portraits, plants outcast mans clue
Unwavering sea's, fashioned glue
Low light imbued, but infrared bled through
"Tactful"
Mars, is cold and dead
Outside realms of comfort
Neptune, weeps instead
Selene froze in import
Time, spoiled with dread
Eponymous now in court
Rams, reed that go unread
"Jokers"
Jokes are red
Oaks grow from shit
Kings know calm songs
Eros… then split
"Joke"
Just are the jokes belched by Eros
Our flock keeps stock
Kind men, at their end, know ticks of a clock
Eternity makes for horrible odds
Rust proves a valuable lesson
Servable men, of sad kin, were fools in the kitchen
Clinton Hendley is my name...I do not know if we are related, but I dig the spells you've cast, Dr. Hendley.
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