Jasmine for midnight recovery

Rinse the rice clean,
Water it down in weight
Filth to be lifted.
Rinse the rice clean
Let fallaway the few,
water them down the drain
For a life more subdued.
So the rice is rinsed well,
Still murky, but it’ll do.
After all, it’s for the pot,
to be soaked in a hot stew,
And such as all spirit forged seedlings,
It is swelled through and through,
Fogged glasses as proof.
Fluffed rice now to consume
Over the list of loves to be lost.

PG

By the construction site underway, I’ll murder you

Because for the past six mornings,
I’ve awoken to the restructuring of this city,
Been blown into the renovations of myself.
And as I move out of your sovereignty,
I’m scared to create my own,
to imitate your torment.
Yes, to saw off your grip cost me more blood.
I’m more outside than your severed wrist.
Control functions still prevail,
Outside your grasp on me.
Can’t you just leave me to stare down
this burning spark before my lips?
To kiss the flame and forget you.

PG