broke a promise
haven’t told them yet
rounding the pillars if a cracked skull
how to rip a newspaper
over shattered glass
Tag: Writing
yellow feet
in the valley of the fallen
we have no eyes
bound by moon and leaves
we leave our mortal feet
in the valley we fall in
our souls take flight
mirror of a feat
you show before you leave
we are the valley of the fallen
song of yellow
scared moths of the flames
a thunderous bark
n will call again
in fellow yellow
shopping demons
she said
there was no heaven
i asked her what she would go after
she said to the mall
messy lap
these eyes
will never fall from yours
as we walk across moons
walk across seas
will swim towards land
float through open trenches
to your arms;
frosting-
level heads bang like coconuts
feeding criminal
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
heavy loader
it is not a shocker
to see it all come down
crashing crashing crashing
into a wall
before
we toon out
my hero said
you want to be a hero
a cape in a closet
a mask at the playground
jumping off
a plastic slide
flying like a swing
the bad guys
weren’t present
hands and knees
they begged for change
and they got bills
suneater
they say he reached out and grabbed it
took a bite
and put it back
years before weeks
future tense
was your only sense
so you payed twice the cents;
the river in front of your feet
was too close
could only see
trout in the stretch-
bless these knees
for that jump will be incredible
to chance the ending
before the wicked pending
Saint's Muse 