Gord

2019-09-18 08:22 am

Leased bells, music borrowed,
Please, tell me of tomorrow,
Of swallows leaving belfries, 
How else can my ears will,
Until I hear their sorrow?

Peter, son my lover callous,
Draperies and linen, down,
Failure? This linebacker asks,
Just throw my ball, pass,
Runs forever to never catch,
How will I know his sorrow?

Unless he is, as a tinder match,
Tender lover of impossible tasks,
Inflamed tether, ball impassible,
Gasoline for the man who hits.