CAST TIE THE FALLEN STORMS
Must we compete?
With the caustics of heat
The fallen storms
Winds blown winters breeze
And that self-same breeze eludes me
I am just another cast’s tie to the storm
11/29/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
Categories:
caustics, analogy, caregiving, storm,
Form: Free verse
Into my head stink in mythic one hissing
of running are ratters, as I hated by
up nearly level of piled woodsheds rottenly sites
at weediest the backyard’s place,
of my neighbor’s unit close edged up wards
side by sides, feet away from my place . . .
Once lucky I bound at woodsy near duty
she a terrier if the ratters in her site been gone
over willowy apart, as roofless patio
the backyard's sensory stain at royalists’ land . . .
Upper away of gallant converted living by
out of mind, she the pureed-bandit around
bazaars think backfill thy new world
in menses aid raised velvety clubs by wards.
Miserly her space and empty from kindliness
consorted in byte ratters her terraces
downfalls by sight, in careens simply mode empty
my home unfair or caustics up a side,
at silly carrion backyards as waste as hissing
up I needing help from as careless chick!
Categories:
caustics, confusion
Form: Narrative