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[darkblues1974]

Hey can you come
pick me up and
never bring me home?
for today
I spat on the fence
It dripped down fire
hydrant soul flooding
fingering tree trunks
another cold pole

melody encased in red
squawk squawk squawk
I'm floating with
the dust its up to
my eyelids in paste
flattened no longer
adhesive what is it's
use seasoning?

face in estimation
squares and a triangle
that bites tearing flesh
who knew shapes
could be dangerous in
this dimension the sole
of your shoe is a
place where we were
all born

and you hold in your
hands in a beautiful
oval shape a universe
like a mirror facing
a mirror I cannot
see the Appalachian
mountains it is so small
even our galaxy is invisible
hold it close and carefully
it is precious it
is real it is
consequential
Can you sense yourself
breathing in there?
Or that quiet pigeon
motionless on cold
cement? she sees me
she knows me, and I
know her she is patient
she watches she is
beautiful she blinks as
her feathers rustle in
the wind I know she
sees me

as beautiful as her smooth
tan breast and her light
blue eyelids closing slowly
softly she teaches me
she is sensitive
she is aware

Beneath the cold
grey sky she is
relaxed and alert
looking into the
universe within me
as I look through
glass and tiny squares
into the universe
within her