a poetry blog

Friday, August 10, 2012


everyone died in daylight
hiding behind the shadow of
the big crow on the fence slats
wild man of the town

my neck is stiff, the sky smoky
and we have ruined each other for
this world, there is no cure
but look how it shines

I will swallow that dirt
eat and trust it
let the shape take shape
in my gut

say hello anger
what do you say
come meet my friends
in the hot shade


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