Author: K//A

The shroud of weyr certainly had its benefits though if only when the moon was right.

I took it off entering and admired the coat on the slouched forest gob passing me by on the shoulder of his company. It had a distinct swirl upon the hood and for a moment, I envied the thought of consistent form.

It was for but only a moment though and this was the kind of tavern those thoughts need not dwell. Here all were welcome, regardless of their birth blood or oath so long as they had coin to spend….and none to owe the establishment. I am thirsty.

 

 

Where do we find our comforts and build

places warm, places that are quiet?

A sunrise in the parking lot has no regard for swooning shores but one could take the hum of passing vehicles as waves.

There is only comfort to find

🌝

🌞

Love is a cold war and if ever nuclear fallout should reach us, it will be a yantra of scorched earth

 

Love’s long and memory is short, so if not the brain take my heart and carry it as you pass. This is merry, and you are mistaken if you should think I need it to survive.

Bones bones petals and petals… cross my line and hope to spell it all correctly.

Where is the favor of the fortune we pour into shapes of glass? A clouded perception, loose tongue, and mixed time all to nod nightly.

Lucky to fumble about the cork and sure to rest

Check on my belly and slide to, parts of an ember to make a fire

Muster the angst into a chasm of motivation in order to rival the doubt

This is my different lasting breath that engulfs the moisture of the days coat tails

Poof*

Coils about coals and a lingering force to face the day, exhale

 

 

i’ve eaten your fables and turned pages in my stomach

over and over

drool the phrases and pardon my lack of manners. i ‘ve only learned shapes and yet to master grace, i need a sword soon as a god and favor of either should carry me through

reload

lucky to be here and born out of slim probability, should death match birth i’ll never see it coming

i could pull the sheets about me as if a hound on leash and soon find myself looped in comfort. \up over and down…down

be still the mountain and call faults …pleasure be continents that never fever from stars

we are more surely…..fear is our proof\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\

/look up

 

 

 

i wouldn’t know the paw of a lion from a bear if not for the fur