Tuesday, 3 January 2017

tête-à-tête versification

appreciation
dilutes ungrateful
souls -- promises
of emotional
emancipation
rendered as brittle
words shatter
all over a frigid
black & ivory
pinstripe
ceramic floor

can you imagine
them now through
your mind's eye?

bruised letters
without a clue
as to their purpose
-- if they are going
to be stitched
together in a sturdy
story or wasted
and lost in singular
sentences

do these words
behave in their
positions -- are they good
or evil -- personally
if i were a word
that belonged
in a book
i'd love to be the last
one that lingers
in-between
fright
& light