Don't Choke on Supposes...

Don't choke on supposes
nor snare on the thorn
of roses still clinging
to that vine of enchantment

Trying the mind
and tearing the soul comes of
if's and of what's
and rolling the maybe's
between your warm palms of desire

Regret burns a surface
so deep within flesh
that no light can find it
so step well beyond it
and over it over it over
it slip

Don't choke on supposes
nor tear out the blooms
of hope still arising
just give it some room
to drop seeds for next spring