#580
Oh let us smile on our way to the gallows,
may we whistle with our fates,
our good deeds need no punishment
as we send of to that good place,
may the rope burns kiss us swiftly
may their itch be met with grace,
oh let us smile as we step to the gallows,
oh let me see a smile on your tearing face,
for us there’s no tomorrows,
fear not, a full life was lived a pace,
if nothing else know that i loved you,
that my heart you truly saved,
no part of me minds the dying,
i caught all i deemed worthy of chase,
oh watch my smile at the gallows,
mere moments away,
from the most peaceful of days.
#581
When might my muse dance again
across my ballroom floor?
Through my fingers
across the fretboards,
balancing strings and melodies,
singing myths and timely histories
oh when my muse,
might i hear your song?
And the feeling of her flowing through me,
oh sweet muse,
i humble before you,
may our record spin ever round.
#582
The tide of shoulds
keep rising,
crashing against my sures,
eroding,
peace,
by pebbled peace,
collapsing my banks,
draining
the sands,
its all such a beach.
#583
Go it alone
the signs speak loud,
wait for weather
the cowards croan,
i push,
i lift,
and suffer the twists,
to see the path land home.
#584
Even now i regret not savouring
the glow of lamp light across the page
the night before,
how quick the opportunities for these moments go,
the sound of circles from ceiling fans,
watching birds rest on railings
from windows waiting for kettles to boil,
the feeling of wool socks pulled across my heel
on cold mornings, the satisfaction of elevator buttons,
and little laughs from junk television,
that second of joy when a call from a loved one arrives
and you’re avoiding a chore,
life is moving too fast, and i need as many reminders,
too slow myself, to change gears,
before the well of little joys disappear.
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wazoo!
-Mr. Write