Shambles Way Poem by Tiffany Koch

Not everyone says how they feel
That is a challenge
A reliance on the audience as well as those who steward the language
Up to the breadth of your lips that might the truth of the heart meet ears
A broad leap of faith
Not only to say it
But to really let oneself hear
Hear not knowing how you can understand, but you are
Hear like someone is screaming in pain in an unmedicated surgery
Or burning to death at the stake
And you're all just there to watch it happen
Or to make it happen
Or to undo it
And then If it can never be undone
Let the soldier find his way home
And the witch glance far from her old one
There are women who feel uneasy, to just stand in the street
And look about
Even her favorite street
She might never know the sight of without walking's obscuring bob in between her perfect
Stillness
And the clamoring world of foes
There is another kind
Some wretched kind
Who loves the gutter
It is bleeding the streets into the underworld
It is taking news of our sins to mama OCEANIA
And she will not see justice sleep for those who awaken their love for her
She herself pauses
Lets time mingle only without
To look around
All around
All throughout
All within the brimming pot of festering iniquity and jolliness
And it always
Always
Always feels like home
The fighting with police
The heartbreak of always being the one who people open up to with their full honesty
Not something intended to avoid a stir
And not something intended to make one
These TYPE of WORDS are so precious
The words of those who forget themselves
Forget to be apart
And to seem a way
The whole scoured shambles is a way
And the shanty queen is shining bright like a tin foil cap in a summer parade
Such a little hot head
Such a hot little head
Such hot head, little
Death