“Until lions tell their tale, the story of the hunt will always glorify the hunter.” – African Proverb
What big teeth you have
lay down anyway
my grapes are not yet sweet
I promise to huff not puff
I have miles to go
I have coins for the ferryman
my house is made of glass
I will use smooth stones
I am a shiftless soul
so is sand and time
My hair is a morning storm
there is no night or day
why do we speak conjugally
I am cuffed to you
My wings nevermore inkwell
Your heart a beanstalk seed
I cannot lay with you
you lay with my keeper
god said give the other cheek
Was it a burning bush
an hourglass of rocks
mingle your wine with mine
will I enjoy this
no and it will last a lifeline
make it quick – leave a mark
tattoo with ink and art
Everyone must know I bear horse pearls.
- CZVASSER
