breaking bread
with a criminal
feeding blood and salt
from personal pantries
critters self to self
feeding beyond fill
spewing bones
like seeds from popeye’s mouth
love won’t you be
free from their violent chains
Tag: Misery
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dream chasing;
not to be confused by having-
the purity of the air
is the difference between the chase,
the stamp of this art,
the corner carved on this medium
to last, to make a tiny smile – last.
the closer to the earth
the field is littered with bodies
looking for a scrap of metal
the same metal
ambition of bones
stealing a penny from lenny
never for the many
just to save a twenty
just a human
this won’t be the last time
i let you down,
a bag full of errors
waiting to slip down these steps-
i joke
say it’s part of my programming
but you only notice
because you’ve always been around
final exam
i failed you
an exam i missed
to hide away
to blow these streets
leavin’ our sheets
retail feats
knock me off my feet
fallin’
failin’.
your eyes are subtle reminders
that these ties were never crossed
left on eye level finders
and lossed-
one day i will forgive myself
just not on this calendar
circle a time
when the clocks hands are down
when i can see my own eyes
in your reflection
Saint's Muse 