Tuesday, April 19, 2016

16/30 Hoi Polloi

there are times when my heart adjusts itself
the beat syncs with pulse
a touch can set me to spinning
a kind word
the way she tastes in rainstorms
the sound of thunder rattles
through me on days when the light comes through
when I own my reflection
the skin aching for sun and breeze

the roaming of all over
the search and destroy mindset
sprinkles itself in the eyes of non-believers
who hold the destinies of other in contempt
for reasons only you understand
an adjustment made of desperation
hope held hostage

and teeth full of mouth

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