LET ME GO…FORLORN
CHILD OF FEAR
What deity--a child of fear
whose mien is cluttered under a tear?
When he laughs it rains remorse
tulip tree blossoms scatter in the wind.
He pulls a cart down the road. His sister is seated on its rusty frame. He passes the neighboring cottages blindly, dragging the thing as if it were a gunnysack of regret.
He leaves his sister
stretched out
under the shade of a maple and sets
out to recall the agony of a summer breeze.
CONFUSION Too much he’s been little conscious and so sad was he that like me presently I don’t think. Poor lily he was so near to me was she gives feeling of sorrow shall I ever know? Waves and waves confusion like ocean big and so I sing small songs of joy make noise at things loved by me yet dead. Relentless was she and he too and for a pleasure more a pittance and foolishly absolutely free am I ‘cept don’t want to be.
IN MY SOUL Meaning stumbles On a thin child’s legs Back and forth teetering Over an eternity of dismay Lapping at the bottoms of My feet weary My future so Delicate the burn
A MINOR SYMBOL Lying in the sun his unhealthy flesh enjoys a wide view-- symbol of civilization's embryo the native language of misery disguised as words.
I HAVE BEEN TOLD I have been told my intellectual footprint is minimally invasive and as carbon free as a tea leaf dipped in tar.
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