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 |   All that remains: here in my afterlife as a 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know. |
Where We Flowed Gathered at the back porch The old man's drugs were flowing Whatever your fix It was all good Together, forgetting Ills replace ills In our neglected neighborhood Behind the old woman's shed It was all good Raid canning jars Or garden instead Veggies raw Whatever will do For the fix For the ill Remedy for veins thick Ply pale flesh Swim inner trails Under the neighbor's apple Shade From a harsh sun angling Aims between Thinning leaves That dive, swim To our fateful ground Pile up like us Cold, shivering Until the next remedy I told them how I dream Of dying like the grass I pluck, become Decay in mortal earth I dream I never wake Immortal in fantasy Knowing I'll never be rich Transacting Behind a value mart Dry cardboard walls contain Strays like me that Scratch, claw Dine on leeching Black plastic Oozing sustenance Never winter here Seek shelter of Wool gifts A stranger's alms Rub elbows with The other lonely Sample soup endless In their kitchens Load up on bread Dream, one day Return to the tree Where we flowed. analogous ▼ |
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