tacit mortar
A soft voice softened even more
reaching out to touch the forearm gracefully
with fingers audible and visibly warm
Yet distracting the directions underscored
teaching again about true yearning love and boring charms to face it truly
Bubbly and lively was the swarm
Alas, the compass went into the pirouette,
spinning soulfully and bitterly
origami heart crumpled up
Trampled underfoot in a dark alley
it is better to remember the good
and to let the dark mind forget
There was a delayed recovery
and a harvest spoilt
durum and buck
and apples mark the land
cerise swirled under hand
There, cursed luck
And the failures of the graceless
The flat cardioid laid out
on a large stone table
Smoldered and smoked softly before
it turned into a puff of grey
As hands dragged through hair quickly
rubbed eyes and
marked thoughts
quite clearly.
sonic carbon