i fell down 9.18.2011
i fell from up north
down into your southern town
where they paint fences
yellow - like the flowers
in your yard. and here-
they call me crazy here
and pulled me into the
ground - filled with cat bones,
birds rattling their ribs.
the townspeople beat me with words
like diamonds made from
the ashes of your father
but you are the runner
and we run - like Jezebel-
like Salome -
past the fences that are
yellow - like the
flowers in your yard
Notes: Inspired by a patient I'm rather fond up, who suffers from advanced dementia.