NaPoWriMo 2014 #15

my intentions are a pyrrhic pyretic

I am

crawl panning

for sirens

in the sluice

of humanity’s

declinational tides 

and reigns

in Spring

I dream

caught sharp

Sun warming

words for bones

I bounce

ugly anxieties

high escape plans

every exit hatched

and latched onto

I steal time

to not feel alive

life can be a bitch

to keep up with

so I mostly

throw up

poems, cloaks

and a comfort

for the quiet

in the slipstream

sometimes

my hands too

wave like most

instruments of burn

desperate to smell

what feels

like timelessness

and music

wanting

where

my soul’s weight

is more than

a farmed sentiment

framed by a longing

for every moment

to be my alchemically pure state

worn

with captures

and treasures

every when

I smiled

EJR ©