Sun
plunger under wire C cup East
the
magi, said of resurrections
everyone
is an island
wearing
an Easter bonnet
put
your Sunday best
all
up on it
flash
faceted
cut
brilliance
cloth
wrapped
with
what digests you
roughing
it, strewn
littered
in maternal rain
running
with scissors
sugar
wants in the milk
this
is how breasts are born
wanting
thicker skin
first
instance they can
wrist
the balconies in prayer
saying
are we on it Moab
can
one of you
run
down
to
the corner store
when
we loosen the Sun
who
wants some
suckle
humanity
in
ready-tab shades
dollar
spread wades
wide
legged couture
contradictions
for
a counterfeit nation
of
behavioral plans
here
is where
we
thirst
in
secular crazes
we
bleed velvet
to
sew along
our
barriers
personally
I prefer
to
smear myself
with
sunscreen nirvana
every
time a bra
falls
to the floor
my
skin aches
warm
lamb days
the
filter in
at
the end
of
March
I
did remember
zinc
oxide comes
in
many bright colors,
some
of them calm nerves
or
numb them
in
pale yellow blues
easy
leans
tilts back
eating
peanut
butter sandwiches
pocket
ladder hand switches
stuffing
graveyards
of
dirty sweet legumes
a
block away the shopkeeper
still
doesn't see me
as
the Sun is thrown
over
my shoulder
shadows
line his eyes
blind
wounds, squints
I
throw a burning bag
of
paper money
I
run away
as
soon as possible
snatching
every resurrection I can
zombie
baby bobbing dolls
play
melodies in my head
cosine
bone parades
cars
are quick to mill rust
even
with the plastic
gated
heaven of today's
slightly
snapped
affixed,
lapped in chains
ton
ore stretched
body
styles
of
every beginning
knowing
every end
sulfur
plays the base notes
while
poets play in the hues
between
scent and memory
when
judges come
the
chambers quiet
everyone
swallows hard
believes
in something quickly
dishonesty
is a fine defense
but
apathy gets you sentenced
and
hanged with immediacy
they
say, drink while you can here
there
will be no breaks
EJR
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