#168 (walking tall)

walking tall

masked faces

strutting the street

dressed in rainbow flares

 

a path where you belong

if only for some hours

the masks become

your faces

for this walk

the crowd drowns

your fears

16th July 2017
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#133 (the whole history of your liver)

insults

fallen from a

babbling tongue

rolling down

my round shoulders

rotting behind

my ass

like I give a shit

yet I do

scraping at my pride

but the whole history

of your liver

makes me shiver

as pride turns to pity

my thoughts mix with

the yarn I’ve been threading

for years to remember

empathy like cool embers

against your flares

of rage

some sage

to quiet my head

I wrote some lines

instead

10th February 2017