shaking the leaves
of a tree
and cawing
like a Neanderthal
with scaly knees
he drops from a limb
legs hitting the ground
but do not bend
"Remember me?"
his hardened palms
are like stone
his body stretched
with sober mind
he has traveled by
boat for weeks
drinking tea
while paid volunteers
stack like cards
beneath
a quick boney snap
and the dirt seperates
as a bag of trash
is pulled
thru the alcove's
statues
a red blinking light
as frames collide
a careful incision
and he reaches inside
the metal door snaps shut
by a thrift store
and the boat sails back
into morning
never to return again
servants
clothed in a thousand isles
as the slow movement
of shadows
in the clueless words
of a murmuring wisdom
forget
the cool waters embrace
her eyes, as servants
of a pale moon
telescoping glass
on the limitless horizon
of her darling lips
I walked on a flowing
forgetful hiway
slow-stepping in the mild breeze
swallowing teepees' innocence
but torrents awake
as I dream
of warm bread
in a sleepy meadow
before dawn
when the slick morning
beats our eyes
with aching surprise
I look up
and forget
though I disclose
in serpentine mist
and swallow up
a wild moon
without shadow, or light
in slow steps
a million tommorows
become smoke and sermon
in this tent
servants
as the slow movement
of shadows
in the clueless words
of a murmuring wisdom
forget
the cool waters embrace
her eyes, as servants
of a pale moon
telescoping glass
on the limitless horizon
of her darling lips
I walked on a flowing
forgetful hiway
slow-stepping in the mild breeze
swallowing teepees' innocence
but torrents awake
as I dream
of warm bread
in a sleepy meadow
before dawn
when the slick morning
beats our eyes
with aching surprise
I look up
and forget
though I disclose
in serpentine mist
and swallow up
a wild moon
without shadow, or light
in slow steps
a million tommorows
become smoke and sermon
in this tent
servants
sans alliteration
snooping fearfully
along the summer's edge
weeping till mourning
following the mist
arisen from a sullen,
booted toe
as far echoes glance
thru Turin's Shroud
glued to triumph
as swarming as beads
of our honeydew nectar
and serendipitous trust
the low moon shakes
amber and clanking
filling a billowed blanket
like a bag of dust
there are warning shots
as our bower drops
turpidly cutting the air
anon a sultry tear
and blasting, and shaking
the plank loose
as we forfeit breakfast
for morning
along the summer's edge
weeping till mourning
following the mist
arisen from a sullen,
booted toe
as far echoes glance
thru Turin's Shroud
glued to triumph
as swarming as beads
of our honeydew nectar
and serendipitous trust
the low moon shakes
amber and clanking
filling a billowed blanket
like a bag of dust
there are warning shots
as our bower drops
turpidly cutting the air
anon a sultry tear
and blasting, and shaking
the plank loose
as we forfeit breakfast
for morning
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