the open mouth squawks
but the wings will not give flight.
a vulnerable birth.
Archives for July 2016
moony blues
the blue moon looks sad.
he is the younger sibling
aborted next month.
lying without trying
so long summer friend
i prefer winter’s embrace.
lying chattering teeth.
paper parachute
on six little legs
you wiggle to a safe zone.
from my parachute.
gain train
up the hill straining
downhill nothing remaining.
fear keeps on gaining.
leaking life
slick slippery sweat
slips oily over my skin.
i have sprung a leak.