The Last Supper Upper Supper

Rumination. Too long an elongation Oblivion Too easy a high five to see in freedom, in scope of Pentagon The eternal fire, chest of drawer and homeland security Almost a climax toward Bermuda triangle A selfless supplication in the third act Without writing how will you find meaning too , through abstraction? I am an assonance To odd a pain In revision of torn pages To forecast pills of nine Will there be any benign? To tell a tale , to cast a forecast Gaze, maze, in audacity of courage I love you, your heart beats in mine I rub you, I feel your overcoat, the woolen layers And I tell you, softly Upper supper, look me in to the eyes Familiarize a face You have to give a speech For a lost butterfly On the twenty first floor Of the tower. “Did you say tailgating?” The question came I replied, to do rely, almost a reply’s try, A point of no return, I love you in supreme time But how will I describe my rumination? In odds of your twenty years And ninth of mine? April 21, 2023