House of Words shark w/ chisel mouth wooden menu frame














shark chisel


once i could run head on
into a summer squall

heart pounding
teeth clenched
mouth full of sweet
adrenaline

a young shark head
chiseling into the wind

splitting open the sky
thunderheads and I
both weeping

until power and foam
bring me to my knees

then swept up again
by kisses at my back

thrown by reckless sirens
at sunset

but now it's all better
no coarse adrenaline

the horizon spreads out
evenly
with roses and tulips and
gardenias and lillies
the earth feels like
comfortable leather

here they make sure the sun never sets


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