April 19, 2015

#NaPoWriMo 2015 no.20

image by Edward Rinaldi ©

this is why I am...

stealing me
porous venal 

colloquial poison drinking poem catching nostalgic
paper delivery, for instance, modernity turns 
into, can't afford to retire adults 
I see everywhere stretched too thin 
kite hungered speculations. car doors repeating 
finding words only want my vulnerabilities

maybe wind will lift 
maybe it will carve 
maybe dig what is 
me, waiting for more

finished four words now five 
skip ballistics arm my senses
especially all my funny bones 
these terribly raw sensitive articulations 
big words piled on gleefully

my gunned nation 
under the thumb 
of dumb god 



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