mount melanchol
My heart’s become gaunt of fate, my traipsing twisted.
My heart’s become gaunt of fate, my traipsing twisted.
I let them go. I flail them in.
Save another war…
I’ve been a renter ever since…
A warm blanket in the bathroom…
Who, on earth, are we?
Forgive that you grow—
…could you escape this world?
Distant, maybe lost, or at unrest, at least…
Finger-braids and white-knuckle lust…
Unclench the stone that minds your melody…
Paper plates and plasticware…
It took time, but I dug up that heart-choking chain…
Save Destiny, but She was with you already…
For the hidden key-to-start an almost-empty car…
Fraught o’er what you didn’t-did…
My breath catches on a line at times…
A flirt-with-leaf and worthless woo…
Tears run the gully-of-straight-forty-scowl…
Unlike Roquette vines…
Closets aren’t for wish-you-were-rights…