disconnected tangle

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