Saturday, July 11, 2015

Boreal Bone

Boreal Bone

Cold-drip night: a crazy deer bursts
from dark-ice with a lucky charms necklace.

You never did figure out how to turn on
the hydrant of change... time just a nudge off.

Bargain Sundays, crippled feedlot cattle
better off with a bullet, angel kisses in the rain.

Then there's town: goof music from boombox
cars with homemade spoilers screwed to trunks.

You blow the plastic predator whistle: rabbit
scream, rain, vomit, rain, dream sermons...

and years pass and you can't get over anything.
You paint and bubble wrap it, send it to strangers.

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