Whisps
Whisps
Oh dear
Whisps
Through the tents
Across the field
Candle light
Or gas
Roiling
With poison fingers
As the last drop
Drowned us
All around
Tall grass
Rolling hills
A yellow house
A blue face
A porch
A basement
The hollowed out
Passage
Just big enough
Under
The concrete
Slab
For whatever unloved trauma wound they base their drama from, keep doing you. Don’t even think of it as a rejection, just, find another venue for your path to journey on.
Some people wouldn’t know authenticity even if it slapped them in the face. And they hate it when you express yours.
Basically I’m saying your future is so bright that you will have to wear shades love.
Anyway
Class dismissed lol
x~ J aka Painter Le Fay
The Average Horizon
Typical
Space
Turf
Terra
In terror
Twins
In apogee
Laying in hate
Under the closet
Floor boards
Is obvious
And the game
Sorry
With sentinels all
Scatter
As the tears
Fill the eyes
Of a fawn
Caught
In the limelight
Stealth companion
Covered
You
In bliss
And dirt
As you echo
Down
To the other side
Mixed
And coded
They neglect
To share
As the walls
Were down
Pieces
Of me
Hold up
With
Fractions
Of you
Battle
For blocks
Feet first
In the ground
After the hunt
Traveling
Shoeless
And buried
Together
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
