A poem a day
Keeps them nasty
Vicious critters away
Or so it seems
At least during daylight
Hours to the second
Coming
So don’t get all wrinkled
If you see my words
Cremating hours
Overcoming craggy deadbeat
And hollow hearts
Sundays included
Strain the test
Stretch the line
Widen those horizons
Until a jolt
Smears everything in sight
Knocking shit down from flight
Then and only then
All the illusions
Will seize the solitude
Hands crimped
Around it’s neck
Like the forbidden lace
In the beauty of her necklace.
guimond – 8nov.07
