Thursday, October 18, 2012

Roots and Flesh

These roots
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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