.
8:45 to 4:45 fingers copy
what the head dictates.
Eyebrows rise when knowledge
threaten upheaval when
amorality storms the trim
doors barred and secured
at the side of the face.
.
A peek hole opens inundated
with false prophesy. When
closed, press weight against
shutters. It is about time
to be content in the darkness
of yourself.
.
A taste for haste burns
like too hot tea, blisters
delicate diversions
in spite of salves. What
is this dry kindling beyond
a tinder box of embers
igniting? Fire glow as heat
flamed need to be doused by
a Smokey caution.
.
The eyes close, stockpiled
and certain, they wait and know,
with incisive decision, that
delicate diversions rush like
river tight logs to the final
buzzsaw.
Lady A
04-20-20
908a
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Manic typewriter. It works
Manic typewriter. It works for a true poet
A Rewrite
of a poem found under a stack. ~S~
rewriting is a good thing. I
rewriting is a good thing. I like to revamp older pieces from time to time.
I am half way thru rewriting
5000 postpoems writes and re-posting them. whew! :D