Matt Caliri Poet Free verse

Let's Not Bother With Titles

Borrowing leaves in the mustard grass,
I've pinned you down for too long.
This is not a contest,
I love you larger than language.
Pardon my discretion,
Dinosaurs of grief leap out of my mouth.
I'm sorry for the world.
I'm gifting you with sordid joy,
It's all I have.
Take my wonky life.
Shake it it with glittered luck.
Like a bandit under new skies,
Like a mother with never a need to cry,
Like a solider, swordless and benign,
In that multi-glorious moment where your eyes meet mine.
What is a flower was once a knife,
As I scream with inexorable life.

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Jean Murray February 6, 2016 at 11:57 AM Lucky the mother with never a need to cry. Who's a lucky guy? Matt Caliri February 6, 2016 at 2:40 PM Thanks so much for stopping to comment. It's hard for me to even explain any of this piece. It just had to spill out of me.