Cosmos

it's all a cycle
forget me wells
stare at the screen, forgetting to spell
we all have tangled roots
we have all plead with gods
failing at 73 beats per minute to alter history
while the world ever flows
I need somewhere to breathe with time.
time, what a gesture...
kissed the forehead of my earth- and don't ask me to share...
was told that the words cant save me
wasted fragileness
capricious monotone
filtered.
move your lips on me with words
while the oxen plow
a heart that's heavy for ribs to hold
fondle knowledge
sweet and sour like mine
in a cigarettes time
I'm noted
feeling square in my bed
with moments made precious by scarity
have anymore smiles to spend?
I'm bought.
payed you my fancy
now don't hunt me.
make strange combinations from common things
tangle novelties
beautiful welcoming
bidding you the best of good-morrows
that's the letterhead
then I'll start again.



Lauren Leigh Montano 2009