Wicked One
Wicked one,
The day is done.
You've carried hours
Heavy, ripe.
Lay down your burden.
Sing with me a saucy story.
The day is long,
But night will swipe away
If we don't grasp,
Entrap its body,
Wipe it well,
Make it ours.
- 7/14/25
Awaiting Snow
The weighted metal cover Holding high the heavens Settles over And on us Uneasy. We are waiting on a birth. We're unaware and unsure If the tranquillized sky Is actually expecting. Cars in awe will smash And slide off highways. Venerating pipes will swell And bulge And burst. The guilty trees will be bowed down Confessing reverent And snap. And yet, we open arms and stare Beside ourselves And float up prayers for softest flakes And cloud carpets to drop upon The filthy earth. - 1/10/25
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