Jungley, carefree
A lion’s mane you cannot tame
Tell me what you did today and I’ll tell you who you are.Your morning routine holds bits I can gleanBut are forgotten in your memoir.
Standing at attention, my follicles pinged
A collective choir to my dermis, ready to sing
Waiting for youBut not for you.For himThe other him.Sin in his eyes, truth in his lies.Sex in his guise, not a surprise.Yearned…
instill meaning to distill my beingwandering sans aim, wondering what can I gainno goals lie ahead, nor concrete thoughts in this headmy…