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 … am I in the right gear?
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.
... CayCay
April 8, 2018
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment