Bits and pieces

There was a key
odd shaped like the door it was made
to unlock
intricate as ancient vines twist
for a plain portal
nothing impressive
when hanging half off its hinges
derelict
such intricacy was without use
or meaning

Keeper of the keys
what kingdoms might you show
a sore-footed stranger coming through
do they clink against each other minutely
in a massive clod on a ring with no room
heavy iron
or are they tiny light aluminum luminosities
jingling in a dance of artful spriteliness
whatever
keep your keys and your kingdoms

Day dragging through muddly trails
donkey hoof minutes would go backward
if they could
the sun’s begun to escort most
homeward bound
and the twisted vine confusion
of a dull featured wanderer
draws no inopportune attention
from that golden bragging light

~~~~~~~~~~

One laugh past tears
it’s all alive inside your rapid fire mind
be still
it has to do with short skirts
enough business for everyone
for others who don’t have it
in their blood streams

Fly free
you’ll have to as I
will be on the other side of somewhere
soon enough

~~~~~~~~~~

Gone

Meaning
alterations in
how is it found
where does it go

Perfectly named
nothing is
beyond one language
limits of definition

Young man taken
why this
sorrow universal
inexpressible

~~~~~~~~~~

I forgot to talk to you
in response to everything not said
turn away fair maiden
turn away from the madness
once for some moments
twice I entered through
iron gates to feel
the world within your citadel

Now in mourning do we wail
hope whispers from shackles
turn away sweet soul
turn away from the tainted
I’ll never tell of your perfection
unblemished and unquiet
to be left undisturbed
in a world of your own

Clamoring and clanking
confusing curiosity for kindness
but I don’t care to make a killing
there you are
dawn in your cautious eyes
who’ll pay my fare to be always
closer to completion
no one
well I’ll make it through somethow

~~~~~~~~~~

Notes left
what is it they say
whose handwriting is seen
in missives from the edge
of an abyss

Now comes preparation
glass to cast shadows
shattering into prismatic confetti
hiding behind mirrors
praying for some intuition

No difference made
toward infinite invisibility
special purgatory of bards who weren’t
sifting through memories
what were the moments of completeness

Ocean the almighty
wash gentle against shores
where other hearts dwell
keep balance in them
let me buy them some hours of calm

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Verbal restraint.

Day 44. Day 9. 107 days.