on today's menu, my soul is : ..........................................................#NaPoWriMo2016

bone free 
kite and pock 
pork or porcini pocket 
picking pie hatted 
over the mountains 
little creek valleys 
laden with sweet 
nightshade roots ...

from wing and wind 
hunger screams life 
in wheel turns until 
there is only death 
when it comes to unleashing 
what I want to consume me 
the countenances 
and marks I carve 
to remember things by ...

and when ready 
they will come for 
my time to be 
tombstone-d as madness 
but I am to be 
laughing under stone 
for I knew better 
than to pick a fight 
with myself 
when any day 
could be  
my birthday ...


EJR ©