thief

why should i not
do this forever
”this,
beginning with a breath
foundation of thought
shaping the words to fit the image
molding clay
and “in each dying and renewing day,
describe these gryphons of periphery”

twisted figures un-complete
the grotesque masks we all wear, must
we (yes we) forcing out the caldera’s top
the vibration of will, and
the friction
of dust

,and sexual surrender
ah,
arbor in the deep
escape from the wild, dispassionate mob
why should i
not
steal and be stolen from, and call this
”a living,” not
a muggers jape

© Emerys Watchel, 2018 All rights reserved.

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