I like to hide between layers of cloth
keeping distance from the outside.
I asked if sulking in the fissures
would release the salvation waited for
or if the mixture is too much to withstand.
Threadbare injustice is the essential escape
from the destiny of forgotten memoirs,
frozen allocates within breached
resistance of your Armageddon.
Persistence is the opposition from where
we lie in parallel lines joined at the most
I see fish climbing up the stairway,
delusions of amphibians that bark like
cats wearing glitter on their fingertips.
I wondered if life had been kind or
severe, when we found the Roman
soldiers hiding in the medicine chest,
their swords brandished 24 hours a day.
I wait for the story of Judas
and how you walked upon the moon.
Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start
2 years ago