Our Aversion

Spread thin, but still thick with intent;
remembered names so soon to forget.
Blank pages beg for ink and type;
the hands, the clock, tick-tock then chime.
Champing bit; too strong for leather
restraints that tether - "You've been much better."
Built of building blocks, so easily sway;
in midst of tempest which gouge out graves.
STAND FIRM OR BE SWEPT AWAY.
Like sand grains and time frames;
under silver sky, submerged, we pray:
STAND FIRM OR BE SWEPT AWAY.

for the Muse

Heart beats beat me free -- it made a soldier of me.
Traitor! Traitor!
Where did your armor fall?
Failure! failure. Was this enough?
...to break the broken, lost, misspoken;
the scrapbooks' open. Photos are stuck in,
patchwork privvy.
Turvy-tipsy.
"It's all art splatter!"
'I couldn't be happier."
This song was much sadder.

- and this made a Man of Me.