when I am shaken / I am poured / into the only vessel

I have / touched / remember, remember the past of this

ember / the last of december / that has warmed us &

burned us & churned us & turned us into the duh dust //

the only vessel I have / taken from under the watch of

the sun into the shade of my blanket / burnished with

spit / it swings like a new ball on lord's grassy pitch //

with december for a tail can I stand erect in the coming

january / or will I stoop to be conquered by the last of this

ember / remember, remember the scissored geysered hair //

the spectacolored eyes / the tissue toffee nose / the wag of

the tongue in oral kennels / the drag of moving away / sag

of coming closer / jigsaw elbow nooks / seesaw eyebrow

looks / I am shaken / I am poored / filled myself in the arms

of the vessel /  touched myself in the warms of the vessel

having being engulfed in vessel fire / I only hope to not

show burning my friend //

~Ajay 
11/12/2020