windrag : poetry : journal

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Category: poem

neighbors

several crows guffaw. a crow unravels a wad of string. a crow struts off across the street. a crow shreds bread on a phone line. shiny. pointy. black.

3 periods

moon glows through washboard cloudwash–dusk, nearly every possible gray. someone loved me once–i didn’t believe it. music too quiet to capture.

b-u-t

to never be the perfect blossom, but to suggest, to inspire the desire to become. some of us evade perfection like habits we fear will kill us. not to be, but to behold.

4 h

the garbage truck is coming by today let’s get all our stinky trash and fill our can, and stand out of the way CRASH! and MASH! and SMASH!

big words

spinefeel eyebaggage laundrylistless sleeplesson tongueburnsite musclememorandum