so if love’s chaos is innocent
and life is bitter-sweet
shouldn’t all tears be blameless
and build into dark clouds
that soak everyone?
and the other half
of the time why not
find a sun to spill
into all the dark cracks
of this world?
it’s a double-hawk dive of black ink wings but plummeting “w’s” in a blue sky need a vowel WoW
just one time say I still love you during one of my swearing rages when a vocal strain of mine enters the air smacking it with inflamed fists elbow slams and kung fu heels of fury my revenge lacks c
in the dream of a memory at times familiar faces in odd outfits mouth words they’d never speak in places and situations they never were this is history rewritten in warped mist something the awakened