Desire my bread that I could not slice
Weak I have become
From long lines of reckless decisions
Passing the beauty adds along
With my pants at my ankles
Tag: ankles
Soon (day 353)
Callused ankles that share soiled socks
Rupture the peace from the beautiful birds
soon I’ll be helpless, withered with time
Soon is a juncture I’ll rest after noon
Mercy (day 218)
I can still sit here and die
I can still sit here and cry
I can still sit here and ball up my mercy
And chain weights to my ankles
I can roll up the money
I can tie up the anger
I can embrace the holy seed that runs
And jumps upon the dusty ragged car
Leave me your sandy shoes
Your beach towel that floats upon your shoulder
Lead me to the prayer tree
Sturdy and singing for me tonight
I can sit here and try
I can sit here and drive
I will sit here and ball up my mercy
And chain weights to my ankles