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image by Edward Rinaldi © |
"Fires outside in the sky, look as perfect as cats...",
Robert Smith, Andrew Tolhurst, The Cure
canvas hat, portable spade and goatskin
the green man is feline playing on
archaeological weather station radio
excavation evocative earlobe douchery
dickery dastardly new poem gather(y)
hear the sound found
when words want to be
what you want more of
mouth stumbling wishful utterances
or so much surrender to give
you just can't talk...?
I see the scent
now in rise
is this why
pain leads to
wings sometimes
just crawl around
trace the poems
brush away
and dig into
the thirsty dirt
for mud
and clothes
bones
hunger
time
egad, the temperature rose
with daylight precipitously...
you hope
your hypothesis
is a good idea
a fat bulb burning
yearning soup a gain
when it is hot outside
...sweat the sweet bits off ya kid
you don't want this life to be sugary slid
into someone else's pocket
lest you ever misunderstand
the reason salt is in the rain...
(narrator leans in close)
...lock this away
for keeps sake
then forget where
that key is...
...you dig...?
EJR ©
I like the dark and cavernous imagery.
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