Thursday, March 28, 2019

Raven.  Difference, between black bird and crow.




Minutes, seconds after solitary, i was on display for a higher eye, pulled by an ankle, string and into river, swift rock swirled round boundary, moss slick, in strand
among cold trout after their place in beds
became of war, of

what she couldn't say, forced to settle
rather reckon, this stick cradling a swollen grub. Sol-brush, in their doing
depending. Sky, window, touched with gray, what's human through cloud, reptilian in spring...
and still spared but down river
what lovely gush and rush of season.

Play

anywhere and do, not to get there
only arrive, flower bloomed, in perfume living out their time-must lay there, just
a little longer, in storm, in pouring, still
out and sun,.steam and faucet
hot out, with a touch of warning, and where to fall a curtain.

Your world, could out day, the way numbers run out and do. Our place little more than then this, to out do.
Longer seconds, work a tight knot with a pin, and pin taps into mussel
not sure of its way, it's own

watched on a clock, disappeared under two hands,

lingers, far to cry, easy to pinch, brought out for a Lord and his supper
in a dish there. hoarding self and hook
porridge to drool for oats
through where you go, checked
in to separate teeth

or should of left

to live overshadowed, where the truth could never take, and happening
restless, where they enfold others, and get change my dear. These truth tellers, those liers.
One forward took two back. At a table a man chews his own thumbnail. Gone round the cards, black moon, rather take on radio, that too. In the gut, a mask who took the claw.



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