There is beauty
In
The blind,
Fear not,
What you do not
Understand.
Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
There is beauty
In
The blind,
Fear not,
What you do not
Understand.
I want you close
But it’s selfish to keep you
All to myself
I am guilty
Of loving you so much,
Fearing I will lose you,
Or that I’m being tricked
Into the antithesis
Of everything you are
Please forgive me
For my doubt, fear
A need to verify that
What I am worshipping
Does not wish to see ill
To you
And all the wonderous things
You’ve made
8.28.18
Pounded and primed,
We are
Rot-proof.
8.27.18
I hurt for you
Wanting to love you
Both with clenched fists
8.27.18
The littles were a clever clan
They spoke of things they didn’t know
Knowingly, of all
things
“Fuck off,
We’re full!”
Reads the bumper sticker,
The Stars and Bars there too
Built Ford tough,
Here in
Miles,
And miles of
wide
open
space,
Middle of nowhere,
USA.
8/2/2018