Catch

We may toss around

Love and Homicide

too casually.

Mutual attraction is limited, finite,

if a connection is made momentarily

And result in Love or Manslaughter

it seems too lofty in-

Designation or in-

Decision

To place fat Hope woven
round, a chalice.

There is fault or fissure

between psycho

And Matter of Time.

Those that do make it a-

cross feel justified as 'survivors'.

Meaning making, throw or drop intentions,

Themselves, proclaiming they be gods

With clay and Pray, hands take shape

as in For-giveness For-self-

ishness.

Since the air is thin and light

relatively pliable

around laws of nature, it was all natural

to let off steam, in order to play games

Sharpening
our serrated skill sets,
with the wrong weapons.
It was no duel, not one against the other,
rather competition can be
humbling,
when the ball is dropped.


Painting By Тиціан (бл. 1480-1485—1576) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Two Players

The game is keep away.

If we don’t keep some

For ourselves

We have nothing to lose.

A woman without secrets

Is a blind owl in a neck-brace.

A man without lies

Is a toothless tiger without a straw.

Shall we play

Hide and seek with truth

Which gives itself away

By its shadow?

We could jump rope

Or hop on scotch with one leg

Trying not to fall

First.

You threw the stone
pitched too high
we cannot hear ourselves
without breaking
something.



Image credit By Ministry of Information Photo Division Photographer [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.