red briefs, parallax

red briefs

parallax

manner pride

out your crib

two feet in the socks

locked in with the youth

enter the crocodile's swamp

honours to the route

moss and fungus

one feet out

none still pure

some still hold grudge

to the swamp instead

little lolita you've got yourself a purse

now get yourself a gun

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it's the growing up, the process, the stages, from crib, to bed, to protecting oneself from the bad that is out there...becoming wary, jaded...
if only we could retain naivety ..and the world welcomed us with open, safe arms.
j.