
Hasty to hesitate
decisions to remain on the fence
splinters reshape the course of things
picayune on the big picture
always the children
without them we’d ourselves be suckling
not enough antibody
doesn’t anti-matter
warm milk around the lips
dries like first grade glue on fingers
so fun to peel
collagen
the bells away, always the bells
inclinations we had about the hunches
in steep decline
regardless, joy finds towers
filled with carbines, carillon
ropes untangle, de-noose
Adam’s apples obstruct the view
to that other day when it whistled
always the whistles
if it’s 8 P.M. then it’s time
pull the string
Β© Chagall 2014

Love reading other words that writer’s have to say. Expands my vision and diction to say the least – “picayune.” Learn something new every day. ^_^
Thank you, B. I hope you liked it. Something new everyday, except on those days when . . .
π —Chagall