Set Complete and Let Loose
More vague than unclear the causes cry out an alibi.
I choke on sour taste as I attempt to slide by.
Feelings bunch up, they crouch within my throat.
My tries to set them loose, just cause them to float.
I want to make it complete,
just take this life and wrap it up all nice and neat.
BUT … my scissors edge is bland
and they shake in my hand;
… my paper is worn
and the gold edges torn;
plus, my tape won’t adhere -
say … have I got the right here?
It’s smiles I want in greed’s own count of more.
Some wants wash out in contamination's pour
of severe thunder-reared, heavily flared dank-air
ill aimed at my wants soft dreaming atop mohair.
April 8, 2018
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2018
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