<hymnal starlight, crow narrators, life as roadkill>
THE BODY PICKED ON
PULLED TO THE SIDE
AWAY FROM TRAFFIC
"tis a cold wet out there"
i tell my dog
curled fiddlehead
beneath a fleece blanket
benched bay window
she looks easy free
eyes painted scenes
when you leave
who will spoil
canine me
i laugh
look out an old window
at an old city
old roads
old ideas
old shells
old skins
all of them
begging
a hen's tooth
stave marrow mushrooms
undertow swept bough pines
smell-o-honey-n-death held rain
my eyes held the ocean the womb holds time
so many ways living is dying here without a last breath
you request a time when, it didn't feel so swept and
understood not to know but to feel the old man
on his death bed
<inside his exit wounds>
we always parked
shadows away from streetlights
side walks and alleys
where we waited drops
buys, places and got highs
we wouldn't want to be misleading
only fit right in, blended sin
couldn't get health insurance otherwise
we'd be squeezed light organelles
held lantern, trees felled
we already smelled of decay
salt sweet water
broken dead, fed
womb rebirths
how many Earths
how many berths
here when passing
we dream in arks
what carries us
seeds, walking roots
literature uses, fictions
dispel dark untrues
how loving You
never cost me a thing
save my fear
of doing so
EJR ©
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