We wait at the finishing places
Anxious faces, empty chases
Sacs of air once breathed, now idle
Hours spent in reading bibles
Antipathetic, wedding aesthetics
Skin and hearts turned suicidal
Adolescent, juvenile—all the while
Contemplating consummation
Smallish words in vacuums viral
Whirling wild, selves beguiled
Nowhere near for hasty prayer
Here the blood beats rhythms tribal
Wait at the finishing places
YOU ARE READING
Poems for Peculiar Children
詩歌This is a second anthology of my more whimsical and curious poems. They aren't so much for children, though anyone can read them!
