Poetry Volume Three began taking shape this weekend. Words, words everywhere words. Such as these:

tang of forlorn

the day. i quit;
it’s like stopping
some——thing.
what attaches
itself to me.
and i cannot
release or let
go. walk away
toward useless
times when i
conjure movement
appearing. it sets
in. penetrates.
saturates. a thirst
for sweeter
within this
bitter
sour
taste.