*

& shush now the rocking driftwood,

invention of wanting collides with that of could,

ever so doomed to witness -

yet, never experience such blessed,

What gives the earth incentive to survive worsening mess?

Shall will at least pretend to hold slivered hope as -

absent womb?

tiny giggles...

head to chest riggles -

salt to fire an ever laiding wound abloomed;

see -

I too, have such desires that are far stretched,

I am human...

after all;

fair to envy those whom slander & elude life's dirty draw,

ever to handle the shorter straw.