three word wednesday: abuse, cramp, hatred …not wanting to bite the bad i took a rabbit hole journey…. photo: JamieMcC. flickr
we wander awhile not in conversation
the cramp of consciousness clouds our cover
when where who would come whistling abuse
the single sound shaping imperceptible tracks
doubled over with a cramp he starts shaking his legs
opportunity stumbling she hopped in a hatred hating hurry
determined he caught her free fleeing shadow first
tying her wind to an antsy anchor waiting to be found
cramp forgotten wipes his heroic hands
he smiled at her dubious dharma delinquent
we wishfully went to wander yoked and harnessed
singing single hits from the late 50’s
Piece of Pie ala Mode 
Excellent as always. Enjoyed it.
I concur with the inestimable Mr. North…
excellent indeed. i love the line: the cramp of consciousness clouds our cover… have a great day.
I love the alliteration of “dubious dharma delinquent.”
And yes, your work is always sheer brilliance.