...yawns...

Sluggish innuenedos
Crack and groan
Over-tired at the surplus
Of unspent torque

The oven yawns
I sense a flippant twist;
Raging below the layers
Is the vibrant apple
Looking to get cored.

Words step out
Adding curvature to thought
But more meaning eludes;

To read what I think.
To think what I feel..
To feel what I lack...
To lack what I need-
To need what I want

And to know I stay away
Restrained and aloof
To what I wish to dive into.

Stuck in mud.

This cracked earth widens
Like the brown leaves of Fall
I fall short of my mark,
To tap the bullseye-
In dedicated repetition.