nectar
part three an angel conversation aka
don’t
forget to cover your eyes with thick glasses, Edward
inside
the lean
inside
the wean too
a
suckle vine careen
to
what’s seen here
in
the dark
all
depends on you
how
much do you like
to
swim upstream
how
do you like
finding
the right dream
to
ripen between
what
you are leaning on and
what
you are weaning yourself from
on
the other side
of
the fenced gum tree parade
harboring
all the sticky shade
that
the trees don’t cover you with anymore
your
life is baked into the ground now
like
it is used to be
a
call part of the water
not
some memory of saws
in
paper doll daughter chains and
bright
toothed sharp desire
on
fire in the harp slide of Sun
rising
West bound thin
and
climbing sin high enough
to
hound the endless line
of
your ego
you
draw fingers into little
mouths
in the dust
that
are always
waiting
for more
of
you to rust
waiting
for more
of
you to cut down
and
chew
into
digestible bits
so
go ahead and spit
into
the windmills Edward
and
have yourself
the
back story
of
washed glory gone awry
wondering,
ever wondering why
you
remember that
you
so love for her to rain
when
your soul is dry
EJR
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