Through Stitches

Through Stitches

where will I end
after tripping on this spin
between black anger then love
bouncing me wrong back to you 


my heart
head hazy
crazy within

when will it stop
pulsating drip drop



with questions brutal
not cropped

heat comes till it goes
just appears when it knows
as harsh winter with snow
flakes bitter wet as they blow

then spring peaks brief around
birds singing sweet sounds

still no laughter for clowns
and no liquor to drown

so today I’ll begin
to finish
this circling trend
of reality’s pretend

true love
to vigorously

my search
still rolling
me forward

tossed as brash trash
upon emotion’s highway
whipping my ride

now safe and sound

wondrous bends


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