poetry wednesdays

we suppose

that view points 

bouncing 

between

ears

exist for 

correctness 

except that  

second bodies

cry

over liquor 

soaked caskets

closed to 

preserve 

recollections

of 

faces 

split

by hate

in these 

moments 

after storms

tears dried on 

cheeks

canvases for 

mascara 

and foundation 

mixed media

masterpieces

malapropisms

but beautiful 

all the same

arrangements

that accompany 

arrangements

for

trees felled

by copper or time

three branched

lengths

of

gentle

and sin

of 

addictions

afflictions 

and affection.

festooned 

with guilt

regret

and promise