Wednesday, September 16, 2015

2 poems || Tempest Brew

Steering

a force goes to force
goes to street goes to rain
goes to new land goes
to the dogs goes to our
backyard goes to hell
in hand basket goes to a
closet seat goes to the
floor goes to rot goes to
our head goes to the clouds
goes to God goes to us
beginning goes to end
goes to another beginning.


Prepositions

through
earth
into water
over
self
between
genders
among
refugees
with
cold decision
of
fortitude
to
continue

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