Gord

2019-09-20 07:22 am

Pence felt worth, more than all,
Dirty and small, spending curt.
Maybe to shout,
Maybe to doubt,
Chasing two shorelines,
Given scourge or knout.
Schoolyards abound,
Fence built high, to the clouds.
Fools abundance, mountain climb,
Peace can be free, expensive as dying,
Riddled with fear unknown, prying,
Heavy to swing for liars.
Fences can be expressive as lessons,
Lesions on the back of your neck,
Illegal, yet a photography session,
Perhaps I soon like Kim can attest.

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.