“Curl Around this Mountain”
You won the swamp sweepstakes
and your rattle-born tail
twists ‘round this mountain
the road to a rodeo
points to a checkerboard past
let’s circle us for hours
wherever we wandered to be poets
I promise (I do)
to spot us
a farther lake
we’d never reach
to kiss you complete
awash in a dark wooded bar
awake in a dark wooded hour
as if stun guns from childhood
as if monstrous teeth
and the cold morsels of minnows
of sickening heres, dispiriting dominos
ravens to clutch your pendants
and every rose an eyebrow brush
the hairy stairs
leading to nowhere of my desperate hour
sit down and sip through the pantry
and backwards jump
the ever-fading castle
the romance breaths
on the moon tops to mope
sandalwood and smoke
the rotten cherry to rise
crystal calls of dinosaur men.
nicholauspatnaude 
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