THiCKER THAN THiEVES
Hailed Swelling of the Brain
WE ARE WEATHER,
NOT HAND GRENADES,
WiTH AN ABRUPT FADE...
SUBTLE WADES THROUGH
AN OXYGEN-HYDROGEN HAZE.
AT LEAST TWO OF US ONE
JUMPiNG ON OR TOSSiNG OFF
OUR EXPLOSiVE HUMANiTY
FOR THE HOPE OF REAL...
FEELED iMPACT...iNTACT;
WHERE YES, iT WOULD BE
SO MUCH EASiER TO jUST...BLOW...
UP...UP...AND ASTRAY?
"THEY LOOK LiKE GOOD,
STRONG HANDS...DON'T THEY?"
ViRGiN WORDS FROM A
VETERAN MOUTH
FOR ViSiTORS FROM
MY HOMELAND.
REiGN COATS NEEDED
FOR THE RAiN, BUT ALSO
FOR THE THUNDERiNG LiMESTONE
TRAPPED UNDER OUR THUMBNAiLS.
GLASS FEATHERS
ON A WOODEN BiRD
HELD WiTH BOTH HANDS;
NOT AFRAiD OF THE SPLiNTERS
NOR THE FALLiNG OF DEAD LEAVES.
P.S. BUY MOM FLOWERS BEFORE THE END OF THE WEEK.
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Wooohooooo congratulations on your honourable mention! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Awesome! Love the imagery/ideas. Btw, what’s with lower case I’s?
‘We are weather, not hand grenades’ I love that line so much. Great work!