Thread: Desired By Others

I’ve never been contempt
Between the conflicts
That carrion tangled words
From a juries chapping lips

Palm readers were just the same
I can tell you’re worries are heavy hands
While your futures just the same

I’ve never known a well-off clash
For the want of saving calloused hands

Seams skew…the unsown crooks
As words etched brittle into yours

Though in the drudges smooth glossed
On gentle language burrowed in my chest

The words etched brittle into yours
Seams skew…the unsown crooks

i think the last two stanzas need work