Spots and Inklings
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I have reviewed my spots and inklings
measuring each.
solidified my moment inside breach
of cosmic tare
said farewell to sanity and all the hosts I fare
given lives I’ve liven for the ghosts
of my regret
and yet
please my dearest give to me, one more cigarette
before the fold
before we’re told there is no final gift.
I cannot shift the moment of our loss
it is the drape we wear within the care and toss
of our own life
we are the one
we alone
must chew the raggedness of every bone and morsel given
hanging thread; banging road
dribbles, snivels, ache and cry,
one day which will dry.
Though we try
to understand the very small or hugely grand
they are but very aspects of our soul
mirrored life of pain and joy for every girl and boy
broken toy, maligned, and we must find
the wealth behind
the gift
Momentary shift and xhit
between the between, with half-stepped, measured blasting;
no pirouetted dancer masking,
ballerinas bursting with confectionary bubble.
troubling us for spare change,
attention in the rubble
paupering our paper cups with cuts of customer’s change
outside our edifice big and strange
cold and rained upon.
c’mon.
cry me a river
stand me out and cut me down and shiver
take your best shot, man
cause here I am
here I am
until I am no longer here.
none could love you more than I
proof escapes my very eye
and with it all of my
unreleased reach
wish the touch of Heaven’s Beach
love of everything and all
with words between us
sharing; while staring at
each unanswered call.
Copyright © Vernon Witmer | Year Posted 2021
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