The cold black
waters of Maine; earthy and lax Mid-
Atlantic; obscene Technicolor
heaven in the South. No partner, no
daughter swinging my hand, singing.
I’ve been walking
all my life.
SAVING…
I FEEL ALIVE INSIDE THIS WINDY AUTUMN DAY
I may or may not be alive inside
I may or may not be alive
I may or may not be
I may or may not be a mountain
I leave a deep wound.
And between you and me,
nothing should be as crammable
as putty,
but when asked
what I mean to you
you didn’t blink once
if all you want is more,
you will devour the stars.
& all of your hungers
will stalk the vaulted corridors of your body.
to learn to love the small things of the world
is difficult.
Now the day heads towards the spirits
of the flies. & sleep is a meander
to retrieve other words for lover
or search out more seekers for coffins,
adventure, & adjacent verbs
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