spur

shackles of lapsed galaxies  

weave in and out

monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday saturday sunday

with the exception modest moments drenched with

yellow

but i cant help but design pipe dreams in the dark

tying splintered white flags to my walls

for me to drag on my wooden spine with me

on my way out the door.

if you just unwound your disheartened binds 

from the hinges of those self-indulgent turnstiles 

a while longer

ill make it back

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

This is a amazing poem. Your words and flow made the poem strong and have purpose. So many lines stood out.
"but i cant help but design pipe dreams in the dark
tying splintered white flags to my walls"
No weakness in this poem. Just outstanding poetry.
Coyote