Musings.

Just another taste of flesh
a flattened rancid bitter road kill
when all I want is to look away
but I am head strong, headlong into a mouth of hateful sadness
Will the world bend to my musings and be my wonder?
Will you light me with rattle canned bridges
tagged with rain and spray paint
Praise be to the maple lined city streets in the softness of wet dusk
Ambling on river banks adoring homeless heads on concrete pillows
and all I want is to find the softness of the tap of the foot
the shadow of your bent head in the quiet light
soft and yielding
and I will find your heart in every drop
every tiny bud
every mouth's smallest song
and the power in the quiet kiss upon the earth's dirt bath
Feeding every spoonful to the muse
like the soured poison that makes you well
medicinal and strange
bathing in it until I am no longer able
I will not vomit this cancer from my hateful mouth
it brings me wonder and painful contentment
The smallest broken twig will make me whole.