Bad book.
I’m unable to halt your hammer
over my nail-heart,
causing thumps and
broken breathing;
you make steady things
go reeling backward in confusion:
How so?
What’s that?
Frustration is a mountain range
growing from continents thrashing
rock towards sky:
Shame on you!
How could you?
I can’t
believe a word of it;
can’t take chopsticks and
clench a grain;
can’t sink into the chair
humbly;
words leave a sandpaper
kiss, like a cat’s lick.
I grasp you by your bindings roughly
—toss it! To hell with it! Stay there on the ground where you belong, Turncoat!
A day,
a night goes by.
An apology is in order.
When at last
we finish,
I am a reformed woman.
The Larkspur Horne 
Bad book.
I’m unable to halt
your hammer
causing thumps
you make
steady things
reel
How that?
a mountain range
thrashing
rock toward sky
Shame on you!
I can’t
believe
can’t sink
into the chair
humbly
words leave
a sandpaper
kiss
I grasp
your bindings
roughly
—toss it!
Stay there
on the ground
where you belong
A day
a night
goes by
An apology
is in order
When at last
we finish
I am
a reformed woman
err, i like to play with things 🙂
Fiddling is welcome. Experimentation is encouraged. Pointing out glaring spelling errors is greatly appreciated. 🙂
spelling? 🙂
Well, sometimes in the heat of inspiration, the keyboard can go rogue. It doesn’t happen often, and if I’m on the iPhone I just blame autocorrect. lol
please don’t use autocorrect with yr morals, or yr heart… it not be made for them things…mad scientists yr know.