the beginning of the end of the beginning

18 Dec

Michael Homnick – Follow Along

Golden tinsel woke me this morning

Peaked in though draped cloth.

Gave me a cold toed curtsy

Silent as a moth.

Golden tinsel choked me this morning

deranged by my thoughts

wired my jaw and wet my eyes and

bound my hands in knots.

Golden tinsel broke me this morning

but this time I fought back

took a walk though mountainsides

and slept when I got back.

image: Mark Faviell

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