Musings Of A Questioning Timid.

Braids and Roads
Sinews, Strands.
How they
Hold you
How they suffocate
You.

Roving sadness,
Unmindful craziness,
Robust winters
With rumbling madness.

Wonder when will it
Brake
I hope that riddles
Remain.

_____

Repeat your tragic
Violence,
Break me that cage of the
Mundane.

Let me see you brave
It out,
I want to know you can live this
Through.

_____

That baby.
He talks in neologistic
Muddled murmurs.

That father.
Reflects his gibberish
Silly gurgles.

That mother.
Removed, yet belonging,
Watches on.

That spectator.
Giggles, fakes and thinks
It's time to move on.

That relative.
Gushes at the reciprocation
Confused deductions.

That earth.
Winces at transparent
Redundant unhappiness.

Come on.

_____

I like the valleys
If they
Are filled with
Yummy snow
That I can bite into
And melt my
Mouth,
Just as I heat my
Memories
With repeated replaying
Until the tape
Errodes
While the hot burns
Into a mouthful
Of nebulous
Smirks,
Hazy but
Mildly tasty.

Still.

C'est vrai, non?