To the Hilt, We Crave

Just Off Old 19, Crystal River

 

stars stole under

little jars for

the by and by, as

kissed forehead

whispers

“Sorry, James”

 

by the stars

in books

full of heart

between palms

notwithstanding

sheets, the worst part:

boys of better heart

Thanksgiving Day

get it all

 

put something back

but thrown into me

festered the streets

2008

 

hours crawl

sweated out

a plague

taken on

corrupted chest

to cellar door

pointed out

a rot of love

 

inside chamber leak

hours creep

to mezzanine

girls look to cripple

the pace we crave

girls left

a scream, to the hilt

 

over and over

to the hilt,

we crave

over and over

to the hilt,

we scream.

 

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