after Heath Houston
a Golden Icecream-Scoop* Acrostic
line of longing,
draws me closer to
autonomy. Mirages of
reason shimmer, losing the
memories made along the way.
This linked acrostic poem is part of Caustic: linked acrostics on Chalkboard. I’ve borrowed words from:
*That’s what he said. But this is also a standard golden shovel, because each increased-length line still ends with the ‘borrowed’ word.
[That’s because you are deadly with a dare :p — Heath]