Wednesday, April 04, 2018

Songs to Mina III

III x III
Tree, molting and half complicated
Turned ready for getting more of the amorphous
Alkaline breakfast by your maker
At the proud hand committed but wavering
When life is fighting against premature mortality 

Thee, molting and half given in from the battle
Within your bones
Pained but making it to the ends of days

Monday, April 02, 2018

Songs to Mina II

III x II
Wee, mighty, and half connected
Torn, read, forgotten, memorizing of the monologue
And the breaks flagged by our mark
At this proofread, commentating, worn
Where lines are faded by perpetual mark ups

Wee, mighty, and half grieving from the beauty
Within bolded text
Printed in margins, on the edges

Songs to Mina I

III x I
We mighty have countered
The red-rotten monotony of the movement
And the broken flag with our armor
At this profane community torn
Where lines are split on punctuation marks

We mighty have given breath to the brutality
With the doubt newly
Imprinted on bones, on their wings