Inviting words to describe.
As though it were a possibility at all.
"I feel as though I'm really dying"
Reciting a prayer under my breathe.
To forget all that is poetic or, most dread, all that I write.
Erase all of that now in the fathomless depths of our interior
universe.
or;
An attempt at writing a pleasing and domestic poem,
of grocery shopping and bar-b-que.
That goes unerringly awry.
From folding fresh, line-dried clothes and planning holidays
To the natural life.
That can do nothing but finish.
Without flourish.
Far within the mind-chasm of a desperate unconsciousness.
Naturally.
Running along the beach, away from the lights.
or;
I don't care what they all say, I like your wonky face.
