SMALL TREASURE (REVISIT)
By Jessica DePue

I know its a crap shoot
Bills over due, unresolved issues
Collect mites and dust
Our party continues over there
Somewhere beyond sunset people wake up
Home is an expelled word
A shoebox housing something
Perhaps relief is a bombing
Some estrogen walk-in primed with pleasure
Making the impossible my personal measure
To unearth latent rights of passage, your's
The smiling nerve of change is unnerving
Assuredly licking every fiber from being
Gawd how torn down corrosives do stink
Worsen stench of singed lungs or livers
Our meaty hearts sick ticking
Against odds unrejuvenating
Then slips in the trick
With indulgent wastelands of pity
Gritty, this most appauling of jokes
Gotta' laugh and sock it to you-
Near gonner your martyr's strong choke
Invokes what choice but to love?
Or hate if it managed past loving
Our truce to build straight through
Desires embue wish with
Your fire furnace embrace
Shivering until placed inside
Simplicity of motion again becomes us
Colliding freely we rest
To hell with the rest
Damn man, you sparkle!
Day past resplendent day
Nightly resolves surrounding new slates
Even as seasons weather to ice
Regret weakens ever slightly
Her hefty clutch releasing
Impossibly thin strands of gold
We hold spun woven rinds
As sun blinds its bright smoke
Our pocket flows
We flood