Poem of the Day — Rubber Gun

Rubber Gun


Hiding in pressure

Squeezed into highlights of desire

I twist the lemon, too smart for sensation


Bolder than rocks

We separate the horizon

Burning skylines; stretching hearts.


Yellow smog choking our ideas

Glance, avoid reaction

In action we fly


Tricking the seasons into weather

Ornate coping systems to design

Windows of cupped hands


Catching the fears in distant trembling

Caving in staid closure

Die in delivered cleanliness


Tight fitting feathers fill the pillow

To rest instead

Climb hills of majesty


Shimmering light captures escape

Locked in flames

Built in channels


Shot in the bouncing dark




Copyright PTL March 9th 2016

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