vagary

Joseph Pinto, the barflypoet

‘vagary’

it’s not like i saw this coming but i sure as hell put it out there enough. signal like a streak of sun. when young mother would say careful or you’ll get hurt. now the call has been answered and twisted limbs are all i crave. these beacons bouncing between chests and i’m waiting for one of us to drop the broadcast but we’re not. we’ve reasons like forests yet when one screams the other listens and no matter the deaf you may face you’ll never catch sight of my back. toss babe to water. they’ll learn to swim. you’ve robbed the breath from my lungs but i’m still kicking until the moment you pull me back in

(do not let me surface again).

coddled as a child i’ve already died dozens of times but i pray by your hand i’ll finally cross over.

vagary

an unpredictable instance; a wandering journey;

a whimsical, wild or unusual idea, desire or action

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