Taxidermy ravens will never again
Their devotion to front door trickery
has forced hunger against their empty stomachs.
Glassy eyes permanently gazing forward
as if an entrance was still knockable.
Prosthetic beak for the one lost
manually ringing the bell;
still a pet for the homeowner
when they want to expect company.
To indigo dreams
marking the lavender bed frames,
swirling under the wooden sheets,
paint brushing the bodies against one another,
making a traverse of their love,
art in their organs,
pastels in their passion.
Take the cap off of a Capricorn
and you are left with a planet,
ring-less and independent,
struck with success,
but willing to combust
for the gassy hands that
tenderly hold eternal.
"Can" takes away the danger of the possible,
it means prosperity is simply a measurement away;
"Can" is not teaspooned to your mouth,
but everyone can taste it.
You’re the type of person to add inapplicable images, memes, and emojis to an online/text conversation.
Falling into the writing slump…
I’ve been there for a while…
My mind is your mode of transportation.
For the words one can speak,
the words of many can move.