“In This Our Life”

17 Jan

“In This Our Life”

Eggs break in nests

in beaks of rain

and in this slipper

I run right past your


of broken bones corrected

a triple digit

helmet filled with live bees

he cracked up,

his laughter dripping

while wearing rented suits in rented cars

the cuff-links bit back

high whistled at the top

train driven off the rails

by cotton-tailed

roller coaster souls

following dusty tracks

to where mountains meet the moon

in an artificial paradise

in the rye,

but it was supposed to be a change

and your hair was a lie.

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