sillouh-walk

Perhaps pools and parishioners have something in common.
Swimming in deep or deepen the swim.
Walking the edge to avoid falling or falling to avoid the edge.
It’s okay, I know I’m a lot to handle.
Here’s some oven mitts and a long ladle.
Stir with your hands and carry me like a leash around a wild one.

Tuck me into bed at night knowing full well I’m not there, but out haunting
someone infinitely sharper and more gullible.
The name of the game’s lost on me, but it rhymes with sillouh-walk.

Perhaps tools are invented to be used.
Twist the knob off the door and fit your wrist right in there.
If anything breaks, then that’s just added convenience.
Forego pain and grit your teeth ‘til they shatter.

A cold breath on the flab of your elbow.
The callous patch means you only hear a deeper wind.
Fill my cap with tea knowing full well
the honey you forgot to buy makes me reactionless.
Drink the cigarettes as if forgetting the message your father’s lungs sent you.
-Kevin Flors

Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed, this poem is in similar style and theming to my upcoming collection, Jack of Stars. Follow this blog, my Twitter, or my Amazon Author’s page to stay tuned on when it releases this December.