Just need that first line…

Cold cluster of syllables,
taken from the jasmine tinted sky.
A new darkness lies over the street
intending to swallow it whole.

It’s apparent that I spend
too much time wallowing.
Lately, I’ve become quite proficient at it,
which isn’t a good sign.

The bond between this thought
and its expression dissolves,
and a volatile scenario results.
Too much tumult in my temper,
too much to remember
but not enough to savor.

I ought to pay a visit to flavor country
for a sampling of cancer.
But this isn’t an answer, it’s an avoidance.
Tonight there’s coitus in the clouds.
A heavy rain is coming
and it’s likely to crush me.

-r. miller

 

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