Red Town #6
I feel like a person today
birds spinning, sky permanent
and lickable, even feelings
eeking out a living
working backward from
a smoking oven
I guess how to walk
the twigs underneath
twigs under everything
the baby bison chewing
grass, the mouse skipping
over the surface of
landscape, technicolor
sea of prairie, the church door
locked and a woodchuck
stuck to my hand
he is inside still and
I got out and I'm the last
one here, a kind
of person, a name
walking around
calling the things what
they are
Yikes, this needs line break help. Sorry.
ReplyDeleteNo need to apologize. In this endeavor, line breaks are the least of it. And there's fabulous stuff here. "Sir is a kind of person" is goddamned brilliant.
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