Experiment – The Lower Back
Spoken Word
Tales, I win.
Tails, you guess.
Taels; we each take a look at the smog-lined horizon and wonder at the golden palaces
hidden in the murky but glorious past; but only for a moment
Focus where heat rises, faster than the cold air you breathe out
goosebumps follow the trail of questions that lose coherence
(is the door locked? will that text that will change my mind speak now or forever hold
its peace?)
and down to the realms where both – first me, then you – will be cleansed
of our needs
to be wanted and sought
and then offered freely through our fences like alms for those starving behind
luxury fortress walls
insert those glances skyward – so heavy
when your mercy is taken
again. and again.
Search all you want. That hilly expanse is rife with secrets you get to tell
when there are no interruptions
(between you and me) there’s only the worth of our favorite mistake
that makes the change
no, I won’t baby you. Owe me later.
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