We all float down
here, unfeathered &
fettered against
this patch of blackened
velvet. Another year & we can
all just pay the rent. Every
body needs new shoes,
even us nuggets denuded
under glass. Across
the girdle of the heavens
float our dark twins
like the death that never happened,
imprudently crossing
the parkway while reading
hurry, hurry yeah
your love is tangled
here with the rest of us
ravens in a rat king
of proclivity, on tenterhooks,
trying to escape the frame.
Not even a dream ecapes
our muddle on the cooling
table. Sleep now
& let the others drag
your living weight along.
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