TODAY IS LOOKING FOR THE 'RIGHT MOMENT'
for awhile i made coming out my world
my freshly-wet solstice
rowing through the blue
homily of a life i felt these bones
an unencumbered
dirge
Then after the frozen
Lake gave way
to lightshow the gaudy
beveled christmas steeped
in Rainbows
my mother says
You just
don't want that
for your child.
on the radio are so
many BeeGee's songs
about fools
and they all last
forever
in our silence.
I want to rip it out of me,
my mortal coil,
one of the many
lasting architectures
of God,
that ashen highway
cul-de-sac
of guilt.
I imagine the life I'd lead there
as a coward.
Swans
a beach house
a child in the lawn.
I see the wisteria
our Crystal champagne
Flutes my mom
so proud
inspecting them.
the sign says Here
is the love
you might want
for your child.
So mild,
wide.
An aggregate Myth
with petals.
TYPO
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