Tuesday, January 19, 2016

№ 244. I Prefer

I prefer
to breathe ungoverned
like the furnaces
contained yet defiant against EDSA's clots.

I prefer
to move unobserved
like the strays
stalking a wounded maya.

Poets in the Wild NYC

I prefer
to pursue unhinged
like the false,
parched Good Friday kiss.

I prefer
to crib unmeasured
like the rays
of the livid saffron against a creeping dark.

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