Monday, November 24, 2014

twig- perch quiver
up and down it wobbles

the one sparrow. winter
causes forest scenes
to appear gray

sound this way too but
taste and smell tree-burn

the sky wants them
to be miserable

o pandora, widened

heart-face, cross-armed because
freezing, do
make me wonder,

great- grandmother
from shattered egg

at this point glass was eaten
on birthdays

so we could be happy
the rest of the year

make me wonder if i stare closer
even right before
the edge

if i would break because

i know deep down
that it's not me to change it

things can change themselves but
nobody else

efforts to prove this wrong

of course it
offends you