Never
Had a thought
That
A bib
Would be
A drive
And
A habit
While being served
Gravel
And mash
A tumbler
Full of spite
With a wardrobe
Behind you
The door
I spy
Ajar
Message on arrows
Fly
From
A window
As you stab
Again
The grizzle
From the left
Fork
I laid waste
Covered
The trenches
With
Every ounce
Of blood I had
Thicker
Than water
Doubled
As
A duvet
When the thunder
Grew close
Shudders
Now shellers
Given
Punch drunk lines
As the enemy
Slept
Hallo
Is there anyone
Left
The curtains
Drawn
To keep true
You
In carton
With the rest of
That expired milk
In helium
In Herculaneum
On the brink
Sat on the sink
Overdue
I scribbled
Your image
Opaque
On a page
This
You said
Could be the end
Of this
Cold Cold War
If anyone
Would bother
To look up
From
The book
I peeled
Back the shell
In shock
As the powder
Left it’s cold
Metal
Room
Flitting
Like candlelight
To the floor
I saw
Glitter
At 3:15 am
As the foundry
Made paperwork
I watched
In
Microcosm
A firework
Finale
I wrote a speech
And understood
Where
The surplus
Was being hidden
Or held
In ransom
To starve the enemy
The one
The target
The goal
Solely
Contemptuously
Wholey
Held
In the crosshairs
Wallet
Phone
Key
To the city
Letter
Pen
Scrap
Of paper
Dust
Will
Pound of Flesh
Memories
Splinter
Leaves
On the forest floor
Its grief
That tethers
You now
To the light
To the dark
In the gratitude
That howls
For its changed orb
Obtuse
Abstract
Unyielding
And feathered
Just waiting
In the next
Knife
Fight
Books
Shovels
Sweets
Sustenance
Lulling the strong
To an everlasting sleep
In a bed
Made crisp
With
Newly washed promises
Do you keep
Your glass half empty
Next to the slumbering
Behemoth
Modernistic mosquito net
Letting all of the nano
Pages
Sites of the criminal intents
And
Radio
Frequency
In
To the virtual
Sculpture studio
That chisels
The importance
Of words
Meant much more
Dug a bigger hole
Rolled out
Even a blue carpet
You
Sang about trains
Made papers
Splashed around
As the rest
Chewed
Gum
Or cardboard houses
Leaning out of
Gear
Tinted views
In carried windows
As the sun
Kept setting anyway
Delicate blend
Of wait
And get over here
I’m not done yet
Broad shoulders
In a little coat world
I’ve shrugged it all off
For the kaftan of opportunity
Release finally felt
In robes
Stitched from
The threads
Left behind
The comet
From years gone flying by
And drinking
From a new cup
Filled
To the brim
With
Galaxies
Backing the way
Visual
View
Without blinds
Blinders
Shades
And all
All the alls
Unshackled
With the wind
That blows
Us to each other
Pathway
Gateway
Window
To the authentic
Synchronicity
Within
Those walls
Penned
In perpetuity
Either stone
Or grave
The school
Remains the same
As we take our delicate
Disturbance with us
Packed
With a pickle
Cold drink
And plenty of cloth
To sit
Picnic
While we dry
All of our eyes
Fire needs air to burn
You keep blocking
The wind
The sailing
Cleansing wind
In your
Neolithic attempt
At drop in care
A scornful band aid
Looking to complete
The scar
After all things
Belittling
Had left
The building
An enclave
A cave
Alert
To hindsight
Only