“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.
nicholauspatnaude 
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