Perle Champion

wired for pleasure
drinking deeply wherever
verdant grasses grow

memory savors
ephemeral sensation
of bare feet on verge

there is a reason

diarists address entries

kitty – audience

however abstract

it matters that an ear hears

else trees fall unheard

folded hands facade
for distorted holy script
bigots masquerade

they shout fie heathen
burn the witches not our kind
religious bigots

beyond the thin pane

rain falls in steady rhythms

and my pen races

fresh Jack laced coffee

close at hand as my mind soars

giving form to dreams

days run together
denying that bothers
solves nothing at all

sameness hurts the flow
life stagnates souls do weather
springtime hie thee hence

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day after day flown
recalled now as memories
caught in the mind’s eye

frivolously spent
from youth’s abundant pocket
mortality picks