Monday, June 6, 2016

Straight Ahead: 29




Straight Ahead: 29


Yesterday, scrubbed with sand on a washboard,
repeats itself: sun-scorched brush, and grass.
You're in four Electric Horseman hot-wired boots,
a billy goat caught in your own dream chimney.
Sullen, flat southerly breeze: a dead drunk sings.

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