sleepy bright afternoon a breath

sleepy bright afternoon a breath
steadied by Spring in trees shuddering
in shadows creeping with the worst
a rummage through the thawing of earth
songs of silence in the last rays
of solitude dancing with a fools crown
there are men stuttering on stilts
law men abiding their turn at the gap
unseen blankets smoldering unseen fires
hate is not even an insect nor coiled
more a self-inflicted bleeding
a dead fly in your throat

there are rats in the fliers
daring man to sleep dead end sleep
with whiskers and heart dark
like liver strung on fire
there is such a panic
among the glistening hoarders
of dead end dreams
drooling repetitively in any wind
not knowing the crack
between dawn and the grave
evaporating hissing
stealing without touching




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2016-04-02 at 00:04

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