II-I

Mary_me_whitesox_memday_2017by Andrew Breen30 Sep 2017

We
all grasp,
tendrilled fingered
open to
the hope--
we all once possessed--
for another
opportunity
at
grabbing
shiny trinkets
imbued with
meaning
since
suckling.
Cleaved from
warm, feral tits;
Quixotic pursuits
bring with
them
feelings of nostalgia
for things
that were
never.
Trod out upon
twine-primitive stirrupps
and crackedplaster equines;
we are gangpressed
by music
to hum
to ourselves,
quietly,
white gauzed
in bed
with
Life's timeless love affair.