photo
by Darren Williams ©
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operator,
one thousand words a day junction, please…
disconnects
are
jaguars
escaping
the
chattel
churches
corral of crying
inside the masses
weigh
station blues
in
lines that say
we
didn’t mean to
keep
it so greasy
going
so easy
on
ourselves
while hard on
the
rest of you
no
need to keep
learning
in a world
is sleep turned
to looking down
as
another way
of keeping eyes
on loose footing
with the things
we
take shines to
stealing
ourselves
further
in the dark
cave
velvets
pelt
felts, knelt
by
the fire
growing
shadows
in
the stories
we
tell wrapping
words
around
daylight’s
arms
we
are wired
for
sound, sold
by
the case
loose
wrapped to
direction,
we know
crawling Nazca lines
sometimes,
is flying
smelling, borrowing
and buying what
connects us
beyond the pictures
the paint, the alchemy
and the rain
EJR
©
Excellent and the second stanza is killer.
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