stung

if there is a brace

to keep fun and funny thinking

making available the face

of magical kind of thinking

when there is still no

way to explain the song

but you know every note to come

and if the confusion had a voice

it was not done singing

but the moon doesn’t have

to be full but it just has to

be there and not gone

yet the bones are on the back

of the tree and the

way you give a birth to a ghost

it to see the person greet you again

there are words and

then there are moments that grab you

but nothing can change a Curse

once planted can only be lifted by

the curious hate or

the forgotten crime

and the road out of town is

like the door outside

but only the gifted really know the spell

and only the strong survive

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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