an amniotic amitosis poem
dividing divinity portrait
promised laureates
back siding
my booty loving
sunny dispositions
each paired
to when where
wearing their
inevitable fall
I fell in love
with the broken
pieces I'd collected
what velvet wicked comes
from our beautiful hubris
starting out as butterfly seeking
strange ways we live when
constricted to flying fleeced
temporary forever(s)
spoken as words
only vaguely remembered
I want her and her and her too
give them all to me one at a time
you see the nose knows
and the mind finds time
for them all
even if in real life
magic used
is to save
something from some one
some one from something
the poems know
need of soul
to stretch out
now and t hen
rooster, crow
and every dive
for feed
and pearls ...
EJR ©
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