yet gnarled,
in rich earth
now barreled
into ethos
so quickly
bought
the neighbor's son
is smoking
pot
in shade of multicolored
wings
of umbrella
the retard rings
a bell for you
to shine like God
put a penny in the sod
revisit with musk
of genteel graces
smelling Memphis
in lonely places
as if to say please come back soon
"Have you really ever rented a room?"
bright lights fading
with dancing bears
and Jack Frost nipping
Pink Floyd underwear
us and them
and you and me
and shapely,
this yonder "thee"
truncated spoils
and woop-de-doos
are in the hold
of Jim's Sea-doo
calling toward the
brine below
the murky murk
the duck bones
riveting me with every
stroke
I hurry back
to the wood boat
teak and tall
yet ever-small
under this moon
Cool Springs Mall
the walkers there with
ebony eyes
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