A GATEKEEPER’S VIGIL
I wander through carpets of heather and primrose
leaving behind a discordant arena
my salve is found locked in this garden
where a single flower can restore the soul
no strife present in this cloister...
Alabaster Breast Milk
Ilk Horns Dragon-Lilies Zodiac redemptionIrish wine Brandy sniffer graceShe’ll be back in a flashLimp as a wet rag looking at her facePollenate paraphernalia paper trashAlabaster Breast...
Who is better off at their final breath?
I cry out.
I get no answer.
There has to be an answer for this.
Surely some reason,
But what answer
Would leave me feeling okay
About their demise?
What answer would satisfy?