Hope Tells Things

I stare at nothing-
Sometimes I
Need to go-
During my childhood
In my four walls
In my jail cell
I didn’t take myself serious until
I took myself serious
Even though I always
Took myself
Too serious
I fought everything
Had to
Blood tells truth
It’s never over
Finally though
I found something
It’s hard to explain
A wind never can be twice
what it was once

-M. Taggart

poem – to hell with rules

when no one’s there to pour a sonnet down your throat
easing your expressions of pain as your scorching metallic rage
sets itself against its blade-
shiver first with an angle and propel thy teeth against a hue from the heavens
-M. Taggart
copyright 2017

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