“In a World of Weeds and Stronger Flowers”

7 Aug

“In a World of Weeds and Stronger Flowers”

Give in to this authority

heed not the trust you wrest

from chests sincere

a look you give is cursed hooting

it’s backbreaking in the moonlight

and scary smiles bedevil

told to you in cute fish voices

when I look at you

the rodeos and windmills

ratchet us up telephone poles

the souls of wild animals

and we touch down at dusk

we touch dawn and landing strips

when I look at you, they take me away

in scribble me memories

for this is all we have:

faint notes, wounded hymns,

and hurt cockroaches.

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