Syntax Of Love


brambles roll through
your barricade
of endless words
blown between lines
crashing against punctuation
circling around stanzas
into your puddles
of muck and sand
that you fondly call

your love

burying your sharp tiny declensions

into the small of my back

flooding my verbs
with my own bloodied adjectives

flashing nouns
in a picket of yestertense

sprinkling adverbs and

modifiers on the pavement

grinding them into the ground

with heavy footed



by Frederick Kesner

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Next time i have an augument with a female, i will use this train of thought on her Kind regard's AJS