Under the bog lights of a winter swoon
a spine on a redwood cane
up the words sprang
Tereu
the four oars of Dr. Who’s crane,
the things which appear in the dark,
Romano in white scarf
boarding the ark
the ramp slick with residue;
the howls of pain. all mixed
up inside. The muscles grind
against the swollen testicles
Albert chews on rotten swine
it’s past time.
Lil gathers the spent teeth
to plant them in the garden.
There was the sound of the cards
hitting the pavement at an angle
while the powerful cars swept by
the childrens’ lidless eyes were insistent
mordant waiting for the knock upon the door,
the wretched hump of Father’s stump
running from the world.
“Leave him alone”, they would shout
when the dogs growled
and the women prowled about,
the spatial anomaly.
in the shadow of the moon
and the vacant rooms
it was very clear,
but it all escapes me, now.
a spine on a redwood cane
up the words sprang
Tereu
the four oars of Dr. Who’s crane,
the things which appear in the dark,
Romano in white scarf
boarding the ark
the ramp slick with residue;
the howls of pain. all mixed
up inside. The muscles grind
against the swollen testicles
Albert chews on rotten swine
it’s past time.
Lil gathers the spent teeth
to plant them in the garden.
There was the sound of the cards
hitting the pavement at an angle
while the powerful cars swept by
the childrens’ lidless eyes were insistent
mordant waiting for the knock upon the door,
the wretched hump of Father’s stump
running from the world.
“Leave him alone”, they would shout
when the dogs growled
and the women prowled about,
the spatial anomaly.
in the shadow of the moon
and the vacant rooms
it was very clear,
but it all escapes me, now.
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