Will you be tapping the Willamette watershed
Or cold wiping the bursa
clean
The puppet
the inguinal poets
never sleep
Dreaming of
slippery pinchers iron surgery
Mauled before breakfast
bleeding out
Fading gazing hearing one more time the insect buzz and birdsong a final cloud
Oh to have never worried
taken more chances
Glowing golden with a diamond fan ray span birthing wings
Off you go!
No cash back
No trying again (breathing with subterranean lungs
a fresh haircut and fifty bucks)
not buying anything ever again if you had the chance
Instead breathing in a miracle wave
putting a start to the ground
Shared by hardened criminals and sparrows
