aerial burden of the ox

with the old decades shown in the rain
burdening me with a dampness
remorse in it’s wanting has,
flesh colored dreams
drawn tight into deep constriction
the next day would be more relevant,
sipping a coffee cold at the edges
no plate on the mat
hunger not the issue here,
wet clothes painful to the bone
unnoticed by a vapor soul,
scented thoughts
as my mind peeled
drawn into segments pithy and secretive,
pieces i could look at
and not venture a taste
any sweetness gone
acrid juice spilling over lingering images
this fight so ancient
could break me down at the yoke
leaving a harvested husk
and no resonance,
only to be lifted skywards
coffee grew cold
mat still empty

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Cruel Ideas

on flammable wings,

cigarette sears

till crushed paper stem,

anthologize those words

expressing deeper resonance,

ashtray full,

critical insect scattering

itself about the table,

unconcerned,

only for the journal

and words contained,

glasses pinching eyes

now reddened,

how many coffees

a breeze touched his face

butterfly fell,

still now on sidewalk

unprepared for this

immediate cruelty,

he looked again

at his journal,

those left handed

surges of ink,

had they meaning

and if so

would anybody care