Cyclic
my pony-tailed fingers
idle for far too long
- encrusted
with the blood of youth’s rainbow
point enviously at the poesy
dribbling from my tongue(where has my vision gone?)
‘It’s cyclic’ he says
waxing & waning inclinations
venter manifestationsyet to adjust involves
- a new pair of… boots
so that I may continue padding
into the tundra
relieved of baggage
ready to embrace concrete aire© Imokon, The Menstruosity
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