Fire- circled- the flames that bind the cycle
Of my recycled- Interest
In affection- gloomed
In your side ways glance
Another chance
Bribery- hide within
Fear- the wind that blows
smoke in my face
I want to
Forget you
A closed door
Sees through windows
Stone cold
Silence in the known- Un-known
Sticks reach out
+ can’t pull me out
A swamp
Of indirect action
Derived from- confusion
Ending blame
I came to you
Wide eyed wide cries wide smile
I dial + dial
The stone head on an island that eats itself.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s