leaning against desire
I
am sleep walking moral highways
the
crumble concrete weeps
rust
hides the choke
shallow
graves shallow breath
each
death another root vest spin
the
gravity dial accretion spills my fingers
is
a phone ringing in my ears again
in
paced bleeding
raced
needing thoughts
accordion
lunged memories
don't
try to stop though
they
hold me still enough
to
bind me with chains
broken
and pieced with my ghosts
rattling
their tight molecular rage
look
for my reflection in the storefront glass
each
step carriages past the cracks
in
the walk, broken backs strung in chalk figurines
that
the rain holds scuffling shuffling
duffel
bag full slung over my shoulder
an
entirety of things I carry
infinity
free falls, little wet hopes
in
the slag lint of my empty pockets
I
jangle for sounds but still only want
to
taste the rain and its whispered time
the
cars pay me no mind tinted windows
no
umbrella this poor fellow is under the weather
it
seems and all the water does is
clock
the mirrors in my eyes
I
keep boarding up my humanity for hurricanes
coming
down to the street level for blowjobs
and
collapsible destinies that seem a ripe scab to pick
fear
mongering is alive in the narcolepsy news
that
devises the fenced matter of classification
though
I am sure as the cars keep going by
they
can tell themselves
I must be mad
and
just part of the rain
so
why bother to smile
keep
driving away from this simple yearn
find
where a moment stops like a traffic light
and
slow walk yourself in, make eye contact
with
any driver you can
let
them know in my step lean
shuffle
step lean I mean to say hello there
how
can you ignore the beauty of rain
I
am standing tall here
when
all I do is drive insanity further inside
to
cry for more things I cannot carry
so
I drink time emit rhyme and sink my teeth
into
sweet scented flesh when I can
and
pause long enough to know
I
am lingering here with a purposeful tongue
and
my hands beneath you lifting the tides
back
into the clouds like I am
a
gardener of the sky again
so I see stone faces looking out at me
crossing
by your windshield
your
blinders are on too
so
you know you belong
you
know how well the words of soul's song
can
be found with desperate measures
and
how you can never box desire
as
much as scratch at its skin
and
begin to see that every bleed tastes
of
what you are raining too
huddling
the constant new skin
in
a blink's worth of time
though
told by the smell of what's roasting
pushing
soul can last forever
if
you cup my bones
and
wire me without an intention
or
mention of reciprocity
or
how difficult it is to bring lightning
to
light-bulbs without someone profiting
from
our diminished life expectancy
as
if we need more mouths without limbs and
less
aging and less insured cost
as
reason keeps a neat black book
it
shutters ideas
and
strives to thrive
like
worms do when we die
just
to dare nature to become
another
lawless art
in
the rain
EJR
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