when the
ink runs dry
throw the bucket
in the well
when the
ink runs dry
throw the bucket
in the well
book smart
tarts
sharpest
tongues
supple
parts
best finish
even better
starts
heave and grind
taste of steel
bound with twine
a lesson to learn
a love to opine
all that is lost
is known to time
lest you meander
get on with thine
your absence
no matter how
momentary
is a universe
eclipsed
from my
existence
finding exits
is no easy task
dodge their questions
wear the mask
break the lock
empty the flask
i can
make it up to you
and i will
that is the difference
between
them and i
her smiles light faces
almost miraculously
the air fills with joy
my favorite dream
the fire ignites her heart
and she forgives me
you
bring smiles
to crooked jaws
clenching
bone white
teeth, and
for this
i am, eternally
grateful
mined beneath the fold
tarnished, but it’s always gold
that’s the point i’m told