Dust
Smoking patio
breathing pine bush
leaves of green razor.
The march leaf hanging like a crippled
butterfly–
A starless morning,
the cuffed breeze,
a sky’s crisp condescension
the blueness of your monster:
to speak in taxidermy,
empty sound bytes
your mouth reeling celluloid
stuffed with black feathers. I
will not see you long again, it
should grow dark tonight
You will talk your way back into it.
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Wow!...
Many great images. And some great lines. In particular; your mouth reeling celluloid, stuffed with black feathers. Is it about quitting smoking? At any rate, good stuff! ~ Geezer.
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Don't I
wish. I think I smoked almost two packs a day when I wrote that poem. Thank you
"the march leaf hanging like
"the march leaf hanging like a crippled butterfly" agree with geezer, so many good images. love this.
Beautiful and sad write as if
Beautiful and sad write as if you need to jump out of your window or break the thick glass you look at the sky through