FOOL
My words are underlined by hatred
just under the surface
but holding them up to the light
their foundation
contempt
their tune
scorn
however much I would want them to be about love
where I see it
how I feel it
and even doves could come down
and fly off with one word at a time
all attached to each other like a kite
trumpets blowing.
I really, really don’t feel it.
Marc Carver
Bindweed Magazine 