Devout Thinking Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Tree limbs,
Mad libs
Leaving out the facts ma'am
Sounds worse, and that isn't what he wants to hear,
Nor read
Vivid emotional and intellectual intensity,
Heightened awareness, some sort of devout thinking
When it comes to these explanations,
He's only one false step away from the gallows,
A date with the abandoned tree, unsheltered
While a sea he's blind,
Losing the oar which steers his capricious ship ashore
Help his detail,
Fill in the page,
Or forget it and simply turn the screws, and tune out