from twisted and inside out socks
shirt hems and pant threads,
the concept of comfort
disappearing with ignorance and time.
its when its 2 a.m.
the same song repeating,
repeating,
on accident;
knowing the musical love affair will last.
i put people to peace;
to cold water
out of a colder war
"my brother,
I'm still sorry."
on the last stop to Brazil
(far from front lines
and red stripes)
rosary beads hung from hospital beds
grassy-stained brass-brushed dancers knees
and oblivious they twirled
to the genocide overseas.
wood twangs muffled in smog
venomous from their ashen horror
mirror, to wild mustard seed
legacy of the western farmer.
YOU ARE READING
NEW HEARTS & COLD SEAS
Poésiewhen they seek you out because they know they can, because they know they can get away with it - anonymity is your friend.
