Where you want or do or don’t.
We’ll be wet yes
but then we won’t
Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
Perspective
The old horsebit reductive
He says he didn’t know —
presumed what was just over the fence,
and red and green and obvious,
was made to order for teeth
like these
Firelight
You do and undo me
You loop your will through me
Your face locked
In the pane that shattered
In the puddle sprung
In the running tear
of a windcut dawn
In step
The cheerful reaper
Error’s a bit player now,
but he used to be big,
in the morality plays.
You had Pride then, too,
and Death,
and kids called Patience
and Fear
Chocolate box of the fatalist
Mourning your moaning
Crooning your groaning
Loving your passing
Second-guessing the mist
Reaching out
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