They could not see me
I had a true revelation of a microcosmic dispersion of justice in our country Cracking skulls to savor the fluid Laying on hot coals, I heave eight planets resting on the counter Spit shined, Grab it Go fast You better take what you can get Accentuate this blue hour Remembering that I was once Snatching crumbs Knolling on ice Held over seeing cold Looking at everyone’s face AND THEY COULD NOT SEE ME So I burned tomorrow and gave it as a gift Became the misfit of out-of-pocket expense with light in windows, wishing Held pockets, And the one chance to leave Fraying cotton, rosy shove it Pass watermelons and live beneath tires I try to lay, steal in my mind Feeling engines running Counting stars Because the truth is not what I am permitted to say Reserved in silence Looking for a new source artifactual comfort caught in syntax Metaphors that soar in orbits shooting cadavers at my spirit Ruffled in wind Inches to my exterior I carve burnt silver Hollow strings No passage through this inner place No native river through this tunnel because i threw the roses my reward was given to someone else. Written April 17th, 2002 © on Apr 17 2002 01:05 PM PST 0 • 1
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