Tuesday, September 22, 2009


it’s abject the smile i see over across there

you in your lone bed i want to be in

and me on the floor sprawled in fetal

sifting through quite small thoughts

of love of loss and the in between then and now

wished we were back in the forest

kicking at some vagrant wood

green cool birch lumped down in my jaw

blue silent smoke hanging icy on the air

and we’re walking to see the horses in their pens

when the beaten path ends

and the railcars go scalding by

i climbed this tree i put a red pipe up to get some start

and hung down from the high branch

fell back to the earth and blood spewed forth

matting all the hair on the back of my head

you laughed and i laughed

we shared a bed that night too

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