skinny senile mind
how starved are you for company
cold sanity is a meager meal

everything stroked
by the heart in Spring
builds this aching inferno

the skeleton of memory cracks in two
leaving me sprawled
numbed by this maddest season

time hurls me to
the flaming hounds of summer
whether my heart will beat dead ashes
or blaze with blossoming flame
i don't know

i don't know

04/24/2012

Author's Note: Annual.

Posted on 04/25/2012
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