rhyme – Page 2 – Jordyn Saelor

Precious Crumbs

That moment when you wake from a nap and try to count the minutes you were out by the number of pins and needles in your feet–is it only your tired brain that can’t peg a number on

The Humans Whom Humanity Failed

If you distill the universe to one soul, bottle up every experience and shake it up–who would you have?

Do you sleep with the lantern on?

You write by lantern light late at night no clock to tell the time. — It’s so quiet, the buzzing in the walls has died. — the lamps across the street are on. So I think we will be okay, won’t be stranded on our remote-less island for too long. — Youtube addiction? Nah, it’sContinue reading “Do you sleep with the lantern on?”

Whence the Waters Wailed

Flighty fingers hold the key to the pit in my gut where I bottle all my resentment. You know what you said, bedhead, but I pretended

don’t tell dada ’bout the doggie door

What a deranging display of pointless perfidiousness, superfluous insidiousness, what plainly prattling perfidious pomps these two children are, all persnickety and rickety making a racket with their wickets in the croquet thicket,

Yuh (slang for you)

If you’re young enough to know what’s hip these days, you know saying hip probs ain’t it, that was like ten years ago, kids these days say

Midnight Maracas

Separate the sons by surmission party in paradise with permission miss the mark of Mars’ mission. — don’t you wanna know how low you can go? Flow real slow, not here, or there, in limbo stuck in traffic in the limo make me some green gumbo no, I’m not sharing my shrapnel skimpy shrimp fishContinue reading “Midnight Maracas”

In the Barrow Den

They gnaw not the bones of marrow, for the wolves run tomorrow. Knot the knobs of Nottingham with red tape, the full moon’s crimson tonight and the werewolves are stalking out of spite royal delicacies rich royals on knees too weak to flee– gnaw not at the knots of fraying nerves, they won’t save you,Continue reading “In the Barrow Den”

Take Apart

take a part of my heart in the dark. mark my art with your dart of poison

Bury a Berry (nonsense dreams)

bury a berry in the blurry blue barrens, let it blossom tonight. In your sleep, grow Roanoke the lost colony grow rowan, oak to shroud it in mystery grow an old oak to remember go row a boat to escape december chasing happily ever after a tirade of tears and laughter. – bury a blueberryContinue reading “Bury a Berry (nonsense dreams)”