Two dead Robins in the road outside 911 Wealthy, Grand Rapids
I have never liked that awkward, embarrassed feeling that sweeps over, internally
From the gut and thighs,
Up
Infecting/interrupting
Because of a song you heard,
Or tried to write, and figuring out a new machine with which to carry my voice
From gut and higher
A chirp
BENT-BACK FINGERNAILS, (shudder)
waiting for Detroit for four years.
... Still not there.
Purgatory,
When knowing life is heaven
And death the
End.