Talons

My talent, a lucky charm beneath
Skies of open fire, a solitude of
rain in dissonance with my subtle
Future rage; of powers drained from
Solid State Batteries as if they really
Mattered to me



Hear me now
Naked I stand before you
Naked I stroll nimbly
Naked talents; underdeveloped mischief.
My lucky charm a
Talent wasted,
My rage against the
Times like these,
The unfounded upsets &
The scores of treacle
Dripping, like the days of us;
Kitchenless children in



Hibernation