storms – other animals


those over-loved darlings I failed 
to kill before too late. Too bad 
I’m sentimental and lonely 
and find my vices won’t keep me warm 
anymore, but sometimes laughing, as 

ink creeps out so confident from 
a rust red pen that’s sharp as an old love, 
turned, and will return the favor if 
I stumble in the middle of these feet 

but mostly it seems to demand 
storms and mountains crumbling and 
it’s hard to make due with so few 

and abandon them hopeless of revision 
for sixty trillion springs or more

Tag: storms