"and you came into me" and "this morning"

and you came into me like darkness upon a shadow and the wind took its due and carried onward south and the lollipops covered in odds and ends pose as surrealism against the backdrop of your kiss and i wonder so wonder where your eyes came from. from some arctic lake in the middle of some desperate lonely landscape waiting to be sung into a song. and then there is that bit of sight of your jawline when we kiss and I fall in love with the way your trimmed mustache outlines your mouth and my hand looks so good holding your face. and you came into me silent so as if I never even knew you were there as a heart beat as a breath taken as a blink as a smile...


this morning

I bet the crows last night that I'd give them some meat. Worthy enough to take a chance on the road as tires fly by. They laughed and said you've been away too long sister. And they settled on a branch above me. Quiet. She came in; intentional swoop too close to me head, i didn't move. Mother. And the murder too was too quiet now. Staring at us. Me and her. I didn't blink. I don't think. Nevertheless it showed.

She stretched her wings. The tip hitting the back of my head...and said what the fuck are you waiting for...
don't just sit there...go get it done.




Edited for Unlikely by Jonathan Penton, Editor-in-Chief
Last revised on Saturday, June 4, 2016 - 11:20