for Sandra
the robin’s fidget
& the metal weight
a subject lost
in HTML and glitter
also the stale taste
inside your mouth
this new morning lost
in so many others
picture the man alight
with electricity lines
across his face
the ghost appears
II.
& we build our ghost towns
around parking lots
our mouths stuffed
with rubber & moth dust
2 comments:
I've been meaning to speak more evocatively of the mouth...
these are lovely.
I know this is so lovely.
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