wishes of
Autumnal hymnals
in Spring
as Summer approaches
as Summer approaches
fast.
From this
rusted balcony,
saliva splashes
down on the listening
parishioners,
consuming my cadence.
Refreshing
myself
for myself,
but allowing others
to hold
my slogans.
Espousing
doldrums,
young and running,
in a rainy city
somewhere still
cold and covered in love.
An iniquitous
vantage point
of broken eyes,
looking down
on those that
look up.