Burden - welltemperedbards.wordpress.com

O, how much I burden thee
For in unburdening my mind
The weight and wash of wasted self
In part, must needs becometh thine
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Late Night Futility

Late Night Futility - welltemperedbards.wordpress.com

Corners folding over
Darkness sliding down
I’m ink-fading
A blackberry-hearted
Fingerpricked failing.
Sometimes sweet enough
To stain your lips
And sometimes
Offering maggot-laden kiss.
Toes up!
Leave me ’til Michaelmas
And let the devil take me:
The world keeps turning
Night to day to night
With brambled yearning
Full of wordy thorns
And thorny words wrapt tight
I’ll bind my thoughts.
I won’t be yours.