LITTLE STARK, LITTLE BLED

third rock from being charmed / by my unknown assailants
and just a breath from turning my cloth on the heavenly moon
to let go of a moan held on to for too long / says one who shall never
bemoan no more / for my tempered heart has shown the time
      accurately
as professed by circumstance / and flawed guts /

theeleaves
and suckling chin

my last words will be given to me
and i shall accept / them
as a last chance at poetry / or family

or a house

that always wins in the end