when my sodden days
i would have said to
explode my eyes in a daze
but now i know that you
-
were what I saw in
the barrel of sand with its
stained longing, writing
the secrets of the memories pit
-
which are stuck inside
the cloudy pebbles of the sand
that I saw as clearly abide
i think of the sand now and
-
it’s fiery cream orange
like the daffodils forced
upon the hills to mourn
their past life as a blue horse
-
maybe my past was more
heroic like hamlet
and dutiful like a spore
ugly, ugly ugly but fit
-
f
or(i)humans
mu
s
t(more)
unto
yo
ur(sno)
wy image
-
i never say bye to the snow
yet long to be worth it
and then I can disappear below
the morning mist
of a coal lodge of
my future destination
-
the tickets were at
the price of my soul
the american taint
of a smoky birch hole
it’s beautiful
my li
f
-
e
d
One be
(Fore)
I ts
Arts
-
i want to find
the rive r of
you r
photo
i hope i’m brough t
the re write
soon
s
O(i Can)
rest will come
in the flushed
rhyme of
the fall
en river pebble
dusty atoms
atop
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Beautiful poem and the formatting was unique! I loved it!