#61 - firsting a month

1.3.20

61

firsting a month

with up to old tricks

make modest aim

reading where I left off

and struck with likeness

now in the mirror

still lit

remembering monsters

I have created  

tending them too

in a new room

can be lost, confused

a blank page for illusion

let’s try respect again

hang from the rafters of it, bitten

a cursor moves across

is it with weather we begin?

pinch, punch, brittle surpassing

dust gathering goes on

in a what-to-do tizz

all at the same time

itch where bit

and chorus

which is the aiming

voice up

considered so together

so now colour could come

and try to get away with it

flowers that shut up shop

are trading again today

must bank on the cred

of all months before

I think there is still moon in this

although the stars are gone

all fresh with hope resolving

almost like a year to be

and we’ll be in it now

if you’ll just turn the page