Swallow As Gospel

January 12, 2012 § 3 Comments

While on
Scabrous loam

Grenade Pin
Drop everything abrade
To carry your pain

I will not give way
Your cause
I will perch, a picklin’ insides
at the bottom of the archaic barrell
At the parting
Of the seas
chest high prayers to God
while pillaging the earth

Further down the road
Catch me, cavalier castaways
In amaze of haze
I’m a masquerade without

proper parade

I don’t know why I do these things
Rouge rough cheeks

breakout cherries on beds of peach cells
Spindle pearl
In your fish net

Fleeting flouncing
Fleeing, then trouncing
I don’t know why I do these things!

None of us do, dear…

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