Momentus

The clock is wrinkled up in the corner, smelling moldy
Someone let the flies out
They’re flying by the time

Corner cabnet gettin spicy
Spinny inner I

Make the bed of moss back up
and sheets of rain will fall

Never undermine the awedness
the oddness of it all

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i love the play on words here...life can be spicy if we jump to it...but if we hesitate too long it goes bad and draws flies...

and what i always say is ....Time's fun when you're having flies"----


no moss gathering on this piece of writing...

j.

[Crispy]

Mucho thanks Jacob. Believe it or not, this poem was actually directly inspired by your own poems when I came across them the other week... so again, thank you~ ~ ~ Your spirit grows.