the tree limbs weak,
the snapping
kind that
dismember in
the winter,
swing low.
the street holds
tight to
long nights that
smell like sex,
the effects
feel so good.
understood wrong-
ly, the man
occupies the bench
and remembers days
of antiwar.
of uh-oh's and
let's try that
again, this time
better. never mind
him though.
the slinking tentacles
of sun finger
through the last
leaves, the ground
eats at hunchback
roots.
shoot two birds
with one stone.
the love of a life
underneath him,
"you have to go"
blow those bombs up,
and more sex;
another shit faced
fuck up-
god almighty.
fighting like
religion.
a vision of
talking bushes.
but never mind
the allusions
to exodus.
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Comments
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Yum. Hundback roots and sun fingers, and that last stanza.... I hope you don't mind the comparison, but it's very onerios on her less compulsively metaphoric days. Very conversational and intelligent. Can't go wrong with a combination like that
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yeah. wow. enough said ...
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wowww
"the slinking tentacles
of sun finger
through the last
leaves, the ground
eats at hunchback
roots."
best line.
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