Epistle, Poetry

grief is a rain-laden cloud

heavy with chemicals / drenching with smoggy eyes

a page listens like a therapist

for the pen to confess / a deferred redeeming fee

the ink swivelled / like needle marks on veins

 

so, i wish for a jar full of unlimited words

this christmas—

oh, Santa! please gift thy equivocal vocabulary

coherent

genius

stylistic

icicle patterned, fibonacci shaped

supracortical, lavender elegance

always hungry /

in this world of algorithmic surrender...

i wish for a Emily-Sue creation