Poem of the Week

I'll go back again, is that a return

And when they ask where I've been

I'll have gathered enough miles

In the muscle of my tongue

To give no answer quite so satisfying as life, you know

But to say I've comeback

From knotting myself permissive

From leaking enough around my hard edges

From the give this back, I do now wish to strike at it again

This life, you know all of its lamped days

To have it all come back sweetly

As thankless time in mileage

Making every revolution a raze

Of Dennery Heights

What could you call that?