morning birthed of inexorable dawn
eyes sliding open like sad ships on rocks
nervous disciples my hands, a mind struck like steel
submergent thoughts in swallowing light
bitter chipped china and bitter black brew
perched in blue fingers on hands growing old
edges whitened around the thin cup;
door falling open, the world falling in
exuberant leaves swirl around me again
choose the oblivious, take no more mind
marching like mudslides my feet take the road
wherever i wander, my mind will arrive,
spending some hours on what there is gold
then back to ponder, bent like a dead man
then back to wander, get lost in the cold.
reflection on the armored chest
voice miasmas lost in sobs
restrained like a dying beast
chanting voice, electric dead
metal femur slams into its joint
lid collapsing, as
i fall redundant.
curving sky morning
denied in a shower
of silvery coins
your wound detailed
before the morning
barely there, recollections
denying futures in a shower
of spittle from words.
bitter fingers clenched
bereft, they left--
paper shrouds for ten small servants
cigarette scar epitaph.
our lovely hours lost in the sun
maybe seconds in autumn
maybe days, our years tearing
so much like
the birth of
the wetness of soft hands
in the chill of the early morning.
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