Friday, October 22, 2021

Where Wheels Wrestle

 

in the cornfields, I saw a naked vine, it extended into my loins; aftermath acoustics, angry rights, still hurting in blood; dripping, gaining weight, hitting harder; a patch of cabbage, a new carpenter, walking unto a cemetery.

mittens to linen, clotheslines, business aired in public. a group at his guts, geared to kill, like laughter from an old friend. speaking big talk, living like cheetahs, I come sacrificing my lifeline. unto glory, a little gangly, searching for more glee.

a bouncing ball, in a sacred scream, the bat is upon the book. gas was lethal, a generation swarming, like sullen rites. so dusty out, so dirty today, doing deliberate damage. a war at our faces, a film on repeat, a mother just killed herself.

it was mother, written as accidental, how in gods, how on earth, when one knows complications? say a prayer in Maccabeus, open a book in Sartre, relive the traumas of the existential. a line for measure, a long time since, catching ink.

loving a daughter—she feels invisible, her wife is a miracle. another cut grass, gave alms, burned a potential friend. the color chases, the violence is verbal, aside a duck, ducking in a pond. the last posse, the third woman, it becomes uneasy.     

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