jeez

it's been awhile.

Mr. Kelly Nicholson

if i should be wronged,
to stare a stale wound 'til it scars with time
would i choose the path of vengeance
or forgive a paw made lame of mine?
would i chain the swam to the Earth, so damp,
commanding her sweet eyes
fixed
upon her duckling, fleeing in terror
from my hedonistic guise
Red by a pack of ferocious hounds
closing the distance to tear this
feathered fiend
to shreds
A child who shivered but dared not cry
From there would I be pacified?
or burdened a crimson mind?
to understand is to stray.
eyes on the clock:
relish each minute like wine.