billyfivecrows

diamond mind

Pebbles of
Poison, rounded
Like
Tumbled
Teeth, bit

By bit
They
Roll
Or
Crumble

Down an
Inclination
Or are
Ground

Into
Ground. The

Daily
Antidote
Is to
Dote

Upon
Mandalas
Of

Mud, and
The
Gravity
Of

Lonliness, the
Symbol
Of
Value

In the
Process
Of
Life (I

Have an
Appetite
For
The
Living

Candy. I
Affix
My sweet
Tooth

To a
Chain
Of
Truth

And fragment
This
Stone

For

Appraisal....)






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For the past few days I've set an informal personal goal to write a poem every night before bed and post it here in my journal. Thank you to everyone who has commented. It means alot and makes it all worthwhile.

I've much freetime right now, being in a sort of limbo of life/work/residence, so there is space and time to write.

Boredom is a bitch, though. If anyone needs me to help move a couch, or wants to take a walk in the park, let me know. (Plane tickets are on you!)


Namaste and much love


b.