Formality

and ghost that poem
many unexpected, go

straw that crow

observe the mechanics 

ammunition by the month 

heard the hobbyists hiccup 

from the criticized, up please 

why the me, you

soft soup poets

 

your river switching 

crawled periodic melody 

be there, in fantasy as much 

divided effort and written to

what up, add a joke

how trial every mountain

then a bathroom 

makes the list

and who 

just sonneted

in Y3K

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In response to Poets and Storytellers United: Prioritize

Prioritizing writing this new year (it's been a while) and reading more about poetry in general

Christmas Morning

the Witnesses stand, beholding 
at the unhinged door 

tablets fired up, verses taut

like rattlers’ ready for striking

I’m naked, quiet

hiding, still shaking

nursing a fresh wound 

found in knuckle blood

drywall pounded through

skin flap holes, bone gone sore 

ripped the closet doors  

like holy temple drapes

windows never stood

a chance, knocked by

the telegraphic fist

in these last days, anger 

is all limbs and memory

this gift, this untempered 

bonus, I’ll take it

like my father, my birthright

the red-cell smears bright

across back splash tile

Jesus

this scarred house

creaks

for another

carpenter

and they 

know it