Roman

Mid – Life Splits

Prompt wishes prompt crises:
desire swells
haste pops pimples

Motives are quenched
by tempo
rarely

Decay berates habit,
irradiate or else
life is halved

Implosions are breath-fish
easy to see gills
reeling sinks the boat

Ruts make wagons
tracks are trained
to never veer

Prison prisms
are matters
light