I Prefer Not To.
stifled
by the sound
of words
preserved
perched
in a madman’s
hallucination
of halcyon days
ere hope
had wintered
this vale
velleity
vanquished
its ceremony
in sermon
rescinded
from restive
err
[photo: Art Redwing & Alberta Kelm]
i bear
your cross
in the frost-addled agony
of anhedonia
adrift
in discrepant lucidity
of dolent disrepair
its wintry sermon
inhabits
my every haunt
taunting
my inhibition
intently
transmuting
this glacial divide
thawing
with haste
forestially untethering
each stinging tie
to a mind
once sound
Max, or Not 