here i trail the trachea
of bourbony traced etymology
sacrilege pleasures
of a lonely widower
and you try try try
to keep your insides in
from falling out
like supple slips of pedestrian leftover language
road kill
clever nuisance dirt poor cup drips
this is the cornered cold front
unprepared impediments
and stretched out deadlines
should have just left it alone
should have left me rained in
the signs were there
the telephones heavy
stale cribbage
pompous high end fixtures
impromptu placement of inanimate objects
lesser read criteria
borrowed time and toothbrushes
if you're better off, let's fold our hands
cross our legs
clench our fists
shuffle our feet
day one in the first defense
cracking whips and taking blame
carousels and merry go roustabouts
you're a perfect maybe lean day pacifist
keep the ball solely
for the game
and the game only
you're a chess peace
and i'm the king of splashes.
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
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