John Charley
family of
bags
weevils inside a tied bag
eats specific of an embryo
heart
than everything on its way.
suddenly, are burning moves
like fire,
here's nothing of every bag
that eats eats nothing to
satisfy-
weevils grinding hearts
everywhere
inside a tied-vow,
everything's on its way
forward-moves like fire with
sound,
everything broken to break,
of children, plates, fingers
tiny and toes
of memory long, then one so
common,
as that only mind is away
from its lovely lovely mind
and the softest all, is a
heart that is lost
on one, and then two that
wouldn't see,
that there's this curse
inside a bag,
of vows taken at first, tied
and whispered
of all institutions stakes,
taken at stake
and search is where no one
belongs,
until nothing, nothing knows
to know
of a bag and homes with the
finest flour.
©️ john charley
