these children

give them love, then let them go,
these children.
a constant consonant,
bred with passionate participles,
dancing ribbons of particles,
light parties in birthday candle offerings,
wheeled up animes,
pitching tents with summer bugs, cookouts, swimming in adjectives.

love these children,
then let them go,
growing up and spilling over audiences, reverberating adolescence,
greedy kids of adverbial agendas,
sneaking out, late at night, stealing keys from languished languages.

these children mean things,
let them go,
electronic formats, experimental mates,
long lashes, flashing us, dreams.

these children ...
existing like messaging apps, wrapped contextual fevered babes,
bathing in vowels and s-sounds,
sullied silly youths,
always looking away.

Felled by you

Felled by you,
a wooden loss-leader,
a lumberjacked and severed space, notching my dove tail hole, this chest.

A male crow, showing his under-blackness, like the steely girder of flight, constructed by and mangled together with a cold, barbaric ferociousness.

Eying the horizon, the wind a funeral pyre, like fingertips on a silky smoke of mindfulness.